Trashed on cider by Jarvis Cocker (2005)

Not by me!!  By the great Pulp front man…the poem was placed in large steel letters on the side of a building in the Forge student village in Sheffield.

Trashed on cider by Jarvis Cocker (2005)

Within these walls

the future may be

being forged

Or maybe

Jez is getting trashed

on cider

But when you melt

you become the shape

of your surroundings:

Your horizons

become wider.

Don’t they teach

you no brains

at that school?

by  Jarvis Cocker (2005)