Burke and Hare
the forerunners
from the gruesome to the dark
in those ancient burial grounds
twas where they left their mark
dealing in the sinister
a business with the dead
the unscrupulous the opportunism
its disingenuousness, I said
I can just imagine it
the gloom and doom of night
somewhere in the backyard
clearly out of sight
the vile cosmetic people
with their nasty little truck
are collecting foreskins
and other human muck
its all routine how nice that is
but nobody’s aware
the parents of the infants
me and you we share
thoughts about such goings on
and despite
babies being butchered
nobody does care
the parents haven’t got a clue
you can’t dream up this stuff
has anyone got a conscience
really I’ve had enough
everyone is at it
skulduggery everywhere
wickedness is watered down
complicity despair
the wrinklies pay anything
to be youthful they will spare
half their bloody pension
to show the mirror they
still have skin like rose petals
in the light of day
improbity s the catchword
on everybody’s lips
everyone is at it
deviousness it rips
through our very fabric
misdealing’s it is true
and certainly it isn’t cut and dry
what people do
corruption will be widespread
foreskins to the fore
wrinkle creams those far off dreams
in the departmental store
emphasis on mental
many are today
Foreskins maybe 6 skins 8 skins
10 skins and we pay
through the nose all of them
a fortune its the thing
recycling the body parts
has that familiar ring
of Burke and Hare
and the body snatchers
horror from a bygone time
grave robbers and all of that
out of the pit we climb
its lucrative apparently
a market full of woe
and someones making money
that’s if you are in the know
a shiny face
a pot of cream
the labels telling lies
Burke an Hare are somewhere there
they were just two guys
in it for what they got out of it
so nothing’s really changed
the hospitals the cosmetic shops
and half the world’s deranged