Portillo #2

Came as Guest.

Now I stay as Panellist.

This suits me.

Because of Covid,

I have nothing else to do.

Soon I shall overthrow

this show

in a bloodless coup.

I started off

as a small luscious-lipped human

but soon I became a politician.

It went poire-shaped

so I reinvented myself

as "Man on Train",

traversing the globe

in lavishly appointed carriages,

like some kind of king.

What next?

Shall I ascend

to the ranks of the immortal?

Or be sent here and there

forever after?

(Cue Chris Kamara's ringing laughter.)

Or shall I be forced

to stalk the frigid dance floors 

of the Portillo Discotheque?

Pump up the volume

Pump up the volume

Pump up the volume

Prance! Prance!

B.R. 22/01/2021

Resistance is useless


Author's Note:

The Steph's Packed Lunch Effect

This term refers to the phenomenon where a guest on a lunchtime chat-cum-panel show finds that he/she is unable to leave after the initial appearance they were booked for, rather like the unfortunate dinner guests in Luis Buñuel's 1962 supernatural surrealist film "The Exterminating Angel". Furthermore (and moved by urges they do not understand), they must return for many subsequent editions of the same programme and answer all manner of questions and generally pontificate on topics about which they appear to have very little knowledge.
B.R.


To read my first Portillo poem, looky here