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Nerves, up to Date - after Olga Katzin Miller

Nerves, up to Date

I think I’ll call At Home, Excite,
I think my cell phone’s down,
imagine being on a flight
that struck Manhattan town.

From CNN to Internet
both buildings, markets, crash
scare fare flies fast, none know as yet,
our confidence was rash.

Rumour rampant rises high
relief seems rather slow
comparisons are sad and wry
as DJ sinks too low,

It’s just like Black September –
absurd how Time loops still –
since ever we remember
time cycles round at will!

I can’t stroll round, cement and glass
at skittles play with men,
I can’t just stay inside and pass
for an energumen.

It looks like twin tornadoes struck
ground zero to the dust,
within five years or so with luck
we’ll build it back, we must!

A Boeing here, a Boeing there, –
that this should come to be! –
FBI where? Fib everywhere,
- what difference to me!

I think I’ll roll a joint or two,
or pour another drink,
I really don’t know what to do, –
should I consult my shrink?

Since cell phones point to point fell through,
its like a traffic jam,
its pointless trying, none get through
since terrorists did slam

into our symbol buildings tall
which failed to stand the test,
imploding – concrete, glass and all –
curse those who Islam blessed!

They say three planes diverted,
another on the blink,
it seems as if we’ve skirted
round Armageddon’s brink.

They say one plane the President
was meant to turn to flame,
they say the terrorists were sent
to burn in Allah’s name!

I see the army’s lost its cool,
and self-control is gone,
the nation’s nerves from shop to school
crashed with the Pentagon.

Tomorrow who will get the blame,
and will it be deserved? –
the world will not remain the same,
though still by liars served...

11 September 2001

Parody Olga KATZIN Miller 1896_1987 Nerves

Nerves Up to Date_20010911_I think I'll call At Home, Excite ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0951_robi3_0000 PXX_JOX

ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_0951_katz1_0004 PXX_JOX Nerves Up to Date_I think I'll call At Home, Excite
Nerves

I think I’ll get a paper,
I think I’d better wait.
I’ll hear the news at six o’clock,
That’s much more up to date.

It’s just like last September,
Absurd how time stands still;
They’re bound to make a statement.
I don’t suppose they will.

I think I’d better stroll around
Perhaps it’s best to stay.
I think I’ll have a whisky neat,
I can’t this time of day.

I think I’ll have another smoke.
I don’t know what to do.
I promised to ring someone up,
I can’t remember who.

They say it’s been averted,
They say we’re on the brink.
I’ll wait for the ‘New Statesman’,
I wonder what they think.

They’re shouting. It’s a Special.
It’s not. It’s just street cries.
I think the heat is frightful,
God damn these bloody flies!

I see the nation’s keeping cool,
The public calm is fine.
This crisis can’t shake England’s nerves: -
It’s playing hell with mine!

Olga KATZIN-MILLER 1896_1987 katz1_0004_katz1_0000 PXX_JXX
Sagitarrius Rhyming 1940 - Written 2 September 1939

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Panic

I think I'll get a paper,
I think I’ll watch the news.
I need to know what’s going on,
I’m running out of booze.

It’s just like that October
The year before the last.
I think I’ll play some Haydn
Until the storm has passed.

I’ll ask my local bookie,
He’s sure to know what’s what.
I’ll ring the Bank of England,
I think I’d better not.

I think I’ll read a thriller
Or a Mills and Boon romance.
I think I’ll look at Question Time,
I think I’ll fill my pants.

They say it won’t affect us,
They say perhaps it will.
They say the market’s healthy.
I wish I weren’t so ill.

They’re goint to raise my mortgage,
They’re calling in the loans.
I wonder what the F.T. thinks,
And who the hell’s Dow Jones?

I can’t imagine what effect
These experts that you see
Will have upon our enemies,
But God, they frighten me.

Roger WODDIS 1917_1993
Parody Olga KATZIN Miller 1896_1987 – Nerves

WODDIS Roger 1917_1993 wodd1_0006_katz1_0004 PXX_JXX Panic_I think I'll get a paper

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