the weekly poem.com

Suits

You bin sayin' you got something for me,
Something of a fine for sinfulness;
You bin playin' where you shoulda bin payin',
But now we got your name 'n' your address.
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.

You bin sayin' that you'll see us later,
That you're free to leave, and that's a fact.
But we're collectin' new computer data – hah! –
And where you go, you're goin' to be tracked.
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.

You tell us that we got itchy triggers,
That we've no right to watch you come and go:
But what's the sense in all these facts and figures,
If we can't tag your travels to and fro?
These suits are made for stalkin',
And that's just what we'll do.
If you think of leavin' town,
We'll stalk all over you.

Are you ready, suits? Start stalkin'!

Suits

The Home Office has proposed a new 'e-borders' scheme, which would collect about 50 pieces of information on anyone leaving the country by air or sea. Anyone who had failed to pay a court fine (about half a billion pounds is currently owed) would be refused permission to travel by Home Office bureaucrats.

Lee Hazlewood, the writer of Nancy Sinatra's hit 'These Boots Are Made For Walking', died at the age of 78.


7 August 2007

POETRY KIT WEBRING

Home/Join | List | Next | Previous | Random

alt-webring.com