POEM      Hello Sir remember me   I'm the man you thought I'd never be   The boy who you reduced to tears   The lad called thingy for six whole years   Yeah that's right my name's Bob   The one who landed the popstar's job   The one who you told Look don't touch   The kid who wouldn't amount to much   Well I am here and you're still there   With your fake sportscar, receding hair   With your dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart   Married to the woman that teaches art   Married to the life, married to the school   I want to sing and dance, sir, now who's a fool   Sing and dance you thought was barmy   Settle down thingy join the army   And who are you to tell me this   The dream I want I'd have to miss   Sir is God he's been given the right   To structure lives overnight   Now I know life's true path   Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh   No not me I'm a mega civilian   I won't lead my life riding a pillion   Well, thanks for the advice   and I'm sure it'll do   For the negative plonkers just like you   As for now I've a different weapon   Stage and screen is about to beckon   And here I sit in first class   Bollocks sir   Kiss my ass