The Ballad of the EAS Rider

The working class at University in 1977, when you got a grant and there were no tuition fees. 

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Twisting round my hair in knots, 
Twisting round your neck with thoughts. 
My oh my, you have to agree 
Certain issues of poetry 
Can’t conceive of a harmony. 

I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your face. 
I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. 
I’m twisting… 

Listening to you plum for choice 
Between degrees of passive vice. 
‘There’s much that may be said for Donne.’ 
I am the outside world come in, 
Butchered hands and axe grinding, 
OPEN YOUR ED AND LET ME IN! 

I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your face. 
I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. 
I’m twisting …. 

Your rich aesthetic literariness 
Is like the lush grass on a grave. 
My oh my I’m rotten through 
But life moves through and it’s sick, of you. 
I’ll thrust you off me and trample you. 

I’m twisting pastoral flowers into your case 
I’m twisting your kind of thinking into place. 
I’m … Terminating this debate!