Namedropping 1

Namedropping with homo ignoramus

I was born a post-marxist
post-freudian postmodernist
pasty-faced and patriarchal
according to post-ironic
Germaine Van der Greerspielen

I thought Sartre was a vain bore
whose writing needed a
musical score
written by George Michael III
the cloned offspring he made
with stairlift legend
Dame Thora Hird

Douglas Hurd was
the double of Dumas
who wrote the nine
musketeers whilst
in his lunchbreak
from the post-office
in 1984

Kristeva never worked again
after emmanuelle 666 bombed
at the vatican
vincent price had the voice
but not the vitals
for soft-porn tastes

Lacan made a flan
which went mouldy
as he argued with it
on whether eggs
constitute a whole
it was a whisk
he dare not take
alone

Baudrillard was let down
his girlfriend turned up
for the weekend
he was hoping she would write
him a letter to devour
instead/in addition
a menage a trois
man woman letter

Marcuse stopped playing
took up the sheepskin coat
watching his intentions
skid about on
the perfectly dry
playing surface
of history

history favoured the brave
whilst I favoured a little paglia
I i-chinged over a table
and threw
to see how things
now laid with her

I was born post-marxist
pre-eminent and perfectly
dumb to all this shit
thank po.