No Character to Clear
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Loki, was he good or bad?
Nobody knows, but he was punished anyway
So it goes, tied up with entrails, thanks a bunch!
On what seems like some sort of Daily Mail hunch
He's just a little disobedient, that's all
That's why those in power brought about his fall
Chango showed the power of autonomy
Puck didn't give a puck for bonhomie
He would help you with your needlework or cook for you
But he'd stitch you up as soon as look at you
Hermes is the parton of the orators of wit
But also of thieves and gits, it's a broad remit
A portfolio of sorts
Seeing good your passage through the heraldry courts
The gods were miffed and missed the good cheer
But they had no character to clear
They all did what they liked dear,
The deities would find them rather queer
They might take the blame, but would quite
Happliy claim that they had no character to clear
Thanks Right!
Victoria's reign, that was the date when
The 20th century was a prankster's playpen
Duchamp in true pomp made new compilations
Of objects that bring a few consternations
Dada and Dali we thought were barmy
Debord and Vaneigm, their prose was alarming
Elvis, was a hero to most quite rightly
The man thought his hips were unsightly
The hippies and punks and ravers brought change
As a favour to those who were bored of the same old
Structures of power now the men who glowered from towers
Have since been exposed as much fouler
...don't trust your betters,
They're just a bunch of cowardly bed wetters
The hippies and punks are now national treasures
The powers that were now reside at her majesty's pleasure
They all did what they liked dear
Begat another century of weird
Bagan as folk devils and their legacy is revelled in
They had no character to clear
That's Right!
And what of today?
Got a plot can I say that a lot of us may take the dosh
But just wait, there's another
Your own independence
You don't need the man to join the transcendance
If Mr. B can manage any fool can
Make sure what you do is your own, young man, or woman
Tell them to do one
It's your life, now make it a true one
And tell them
You can do what you like dear, when I bring the ruckus up in here
Aspersions may be cast but your spite will never last
For I have no character to clear, yes!
You can do what you like dear,
When I bring the ruckus up in here
Aspersions may be cast but your spite will never last
For I have no character to clear, yes!
Absolutely True!