Make is so Captain Picardigan

This was written 2016 and I read it a few times at poetry nights in London. It's a bit weird.

I like smoke and lightning
The fun, fan, furn of the Autobahn
But I thought the cathedral was on the other side of the square
And you may ask yourself - Well... How did I get here?
Broadsword calling Danny Boy
We’re gonna be cool, like the Fonz
See, there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and assholes.
I had known Betty for a week. We screwed every night. The forecast was for storms.
Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive!
My only plan is, I have no plan.
I think you ought to know, I’m feeling very depressed.
July had been blown out like a candle.
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
We’re going to need a bigger boat.
Jan was an excellent fuck. She had a tight pussy. And she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.
My God it’s full of stars!
Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
Back in the USSR
Open the pod bay door Hal
Acting funny but I don’t know why.
Let’s look for the purple banana, ‘til they put us in a truss
She had so many devices. Everything that money could buy
I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!
Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
Spice extends life
This isn’t reality. This — is fantasy.
Mama just killed a man
Read ‘em and weep, the dead man’s hand again
Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

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