TALL POPPY - Cathy Vogan
Channel: Cathy Vogan Films
Date: 2014-12-11

TALL POPPY
 
Tall Poppy came to town,
They put her up; they put her down.
They rort her for collected riches,
Then called her “cunt”; those sons of bitches.
 
Tall Poppy didn’t care;
She’d give away her underwear.
I’ll work harder, Poppy said...
“You’re a rich cunt, you’ll be bled!”
 
Tall Poppy, who could stop her
In her search for Mister Popper?
“Suck me dead”, the first one said;
Then he went to sleep instead.
 
Tall Poppy found a job;
Round the clock for just 10 bob.
“You’re a casual; we don’t pay…
And stop at Security every day!”
 
Poppy tried out Share Accom.
But flat-mate trouble came along.
3 were crims, 4 were users,
Poppy paid, and they abused her.
 
The next mistake was born that way.
Bipolar Bill was a bottle a day.
Mr Medicine, blind in the dark, 
Gallops away from the girl in the park.
 
Her third attempt at love was chaos:
“Sybil and Norman Bates, they call us.
We loves to persuade ladies to die.
Oh she’s run away… I wonder why?”
 
Poppy was fucked and homeless bound
Until an old friend came around
She’ll work for me and make me famous…
“Clean my toilet, ignoramus!”
 
Poppy worked for sixteen months
To top the charts for Mister Dunce.
They tried to rid her from the band
When the second album was at hand.
 
But Poppy made the final call,
She was the architect after all...
In the blink of an eye, she was going solo.
“If low-life don't kill you, gotta grow!”

 
Cathy Vogan