Benderskum- 12.00 {midday}
“We have the great pleasure of Benderskum {Maybe some know him as Rocky} appearing at PCB festival He’s on Friday at midday
He will be talking about The history of prohibition starting with a brief timeline leading into the birth of organised crime right up until present day interspersed with the odd relevant poem or two.
Ex-tramp, Ex-teacher,
Ex-tremely inappropriate
Scribbler of scribbles and writer of well…
Blah, blah, blah to be fair
Anarchist Geriactivist who once stood for parliament
I’ve been asked to write a blah, blah, blah explaining who I am
Well I’m just a loud mouthed benderskum but a very peaceful man
I used to teach in sign language to people that are deaf
Nowadays it’s hard to stand or even catch a breath
My blood is completely female and if you think that’s weird
I’m what is called chimera and cannot grow a beard
I lived in the woods near Canterbury, Kent for a minute or two or three
Happily there in my bender underneath a tree
Someone put leukaemia in my pocket when I was a tad distracted
With a great big fuck you smile is the way that I reacted
My hearts is always on my sleeve and always on display
Old benderskum never really die, they only smell that way
So I asked the doc who looked concerned what chance do you think I’ve got
She told me 17 percent at which I needed pot
It makes me smile at difficulty and so, so, so much more
It gives me strength to stand and fight this prohibitionists war
I am an eco activist and believe in our autonomy
Not the greedy take, take, take of this capitalist economy
I sometimes write these verses and sometimes I just paint
But a poet or an artist is something that I ain’t
I am just a scribbler and I’ve scribbled for a while
One thing you can guarantee though is my crooked fucking smile
You may win on the roundabout or even on the swings
Then be quite oblivious to someone tugging on your strings
But I’m a fucking benderskum and happy as can be
Impervious to the bullshit and there ain’t no strings on me