PAUL GOES TO L.A. AND ANOTHER POEM FROM THE NEW BOOK

Hello,

Just a quick post to show off some rather cool photos that were sent to me by a good friend from L.A. who bought the new book. I am sorry to say that I, myself, am yet to visit L.A. - but it is nice to see that my books get to do a bit of sightseeing in their new homes. Thank you, Dominic McCauley for taking all these photos! Hopefully I can come visit my book one day soon! :)

Whilst we are considering L.A. and all the stars that can be found there I thought this gave me the perfect idea of which poem from the new book: DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS? that I should post here. It's called FAMOUS PEOPLE ARE A PAIN IN THE ARSE - but, of course, does not refer to the genuine stars that are featured on the streets of L.A. - more the Z-listers that are continually pushed our way these days. I hope you enjoy both the poem and the new photos.

In further news I have been busy compiling THE YETI MACABRE, which features some new short stories, scripts and some of my more curious poetic endeavours. I have also been working on a lot of poems over the last few weeks - titles include: THE MEN IN WHITE COATS ARE MY FRIENDS, RESPECTABLE TEXTS and THE CUTEST ONE IN THE BAND amongst others.More soon!

Massive yeti hugs,

Paul xxx

FAMOUS PEOPLE ARE A PAIN IN THE ARSE…

I am sick of the famous…

They're a pain in the arse!

They think they're better than us –

But most simply lack class!

I'm so sick of their hairstyles…

Yes, I'm sick of their sneering…

Oh so sick of their chat;

When in HEAT they're appearing!

They all drive me insane!

They must all take the blame…

Botox messed with their brains –

'Til they forgot their own name!

Oh, why don't they feck off –

So we don't have to see them…

Despite what everyone says –

I would not want to be them…

I'm so sick of the famous –

Can't we send them away?

Give them all one way tickets –

Out to Mars or Bombay...

I am sick of the famous –

They're a pain in the neck!

They emerge out of rehab –

Yet they still look a wreck!

Then they make their confessions –

So we all have to hear 'em!

Why can't we just feed them –

Some dead poisonous serum!?

Oh, why can't we just bury them –

Deep down under the ground?

Shhh… And not tell a soul!

So, they'll never be found!

Oh, why don't they feck off?

They're a cause for concern!

No-one cares for them now –

But seems they never will learn!

I'm so sick of the famous –

And the floozies they bed!

I hear eight out of ten folk –

Would prefer they were dead!

I am sick of the famous –

They're a pain in the butt!

They just fill up the gutters –

They are all off their nut…

They have nothing to say –

That the world needs to hear!

How I laugh when I see –

That they're living in fear!

With the Paps on the door –

For another sound bite!

See them craving the fame –

Like moths burnt by the light…

Oh, why don't they fuck off?

I care not what they've felt!

I care not what they've suffered –

I live in hope they might melt!

I'm so sick of the famous –

And with all of their moaning!

It is they who have sinned –

But it is us who's atoning!

FAMOUS PEOPLE ARE A PAIN IN THE ARSE is Copyright Paul Chandler, 2010 and is from the new collection DO YETI WEAR PYJAMAS? All photos Copyright Dominic McCauley, 2010.