Playing Statues by Martin Rowson Let’s play statues!Stand stock still,Never moving!What a thrill! Never changeAnd never shift,Just stand rock solidLike God’s gift. Never give,Never alter,Never moveTo lift the halter Never apologise,Never explain,Never sayNever again So let’s play statues!Don’t move an inch!All play statues! (Fetch a winch)

Bad Magic by Martin Rowson All human beings start out female,The human species started black;It takes some pretty fucked-up magic To turn all of that on its back. All human beings are born as socialBeasts who need to help and shareBut fucked-up wizardry has fucked us Convincing us we mustn't…

Sounds of the Seventies by Martin Rowson Stumbling out of LockdownLike a 70s British porn starFalling shackled from the wardrobe,Streaky Y-fronts round your ankles,When her old man comes home early because the abattoir's closed down. Opening up the schoolsLike the janitor in "Please Sir!",Kids' heads caught in the railingsAnd bodging…

Balloons by Martin Rowson Each night they tied a fresh balloon to A fence post in the field. You could see them from the by-passed old coast road, A bouncing pinprick beyond the nettles Each balloon the same dull colour as The last one, pukish ochre, But each day with…