Child of Pretty Head - Pete Gioconda

Child of Pretty Head

CHILD:        Hell is just an excuse
                  There is nothing worse than what’s been done
                  Dark is dusk to your nightmare
                  Clueless you lot make me sick
                  Unborn you know nothing

TEACHER:    Don’t give me no lip, child

CHILD:        Each day is endless, beautiful
                  So many faces in so many weathers
                  So many “me”s and so many “you”s
                  Hard & slow & easy sexy go

TEACHER:    You must be joking

CHILD:        I shall be loose and colour free
                  I shall walk and take my please
                  Or boy meet girl & we to be
                  Eternal children
                  Each day improved with a
                  Touch of wisdom & taint-free youth

TEACHER:    Will you never grow up?

CHILD:        Old men are puerile and the child is king
                  (teacher’s stifled “cor”)
                  A new child each year to be
                  Lust for life no fear
                  Open in flower playful in breeze
                  Shout from tower resist disease

TEACHER:    I can’t handle this
                  (places wrists flat on desk)

CHILD:        The child a child to grow
                  Ever a man a woman much the same
                  No sad piteous excuse
                  Cries of hell having made it
                  Out of it, out of it
                  Nothing less than weak boredom
                  We would not dream to wallow in
                  Loving life all made our own
                  Burning sundom in the night

TEACHER:    Less disjointed please.
                  (coughs and splutters)