I Wish Marvin Gaye’s Father Had Shot Me Instead

I dreamed that I was speaking in the House of Lords
And I was heckled by a porcupine
I was naked and I had no arms
Dancing to "I Heard It Through the Grapevine"

Woke up perspiring and picked up the phone
Someone told me Marvin Gaye was dead
I felt so bad I felt like suicide
I wished Marvin's father had killed me instead

I closed the wardrobe door and that was that
But wild erotic fantasies concerning Postman Pat
Would not leave my head while I was in the shower
As I defaced the picture of him on my talcum powder

As I reached for my clothes the Prince of Darkness then
Appeared to me amongst my underwear
I closed my eyes and found he was still there
With flecks of foam around his lips and barking

An angel burned the day that Marvin died
Like egg encrusted helicopters falling from the sky
God spoke to us and we were mystified
When all around us eggs were hatching little wailing demons

An angel burned the day that Marvin died
Like egg encrusted helicopters falling from the sky
God spoke to us and we were mystified
When all around us it was twenty years ago today