SHOCK’s resident poet Nigel Parking conjurs the spirit of 1982’s MADMAN in these shuddery sonnets.
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There’s a sound folks make when they want to die,
When they’re begging for it. Can’t be ignored.
It sits in my head, a low dull rumble,
Just like it did with my wife and my kids.
It drives me to violence. I can’t help it.
But that’s OK. Really. It’s what they want.
I heard them laughing when I split their heads.
That’s why I went for a beer afterwards.
I knew that all would be well with the world.
No-one else understood at the time but
I know you will. That’s why you’re watching this.
I know you can hear it. It excites you.
And you would have called my name too, I’m sure.
That sound you can hear? It’s coming from you.
