Poem: Why do so many people hate Phil Collins?
A poem that asks one of the important questions
There’s a lot of people who tried to
pat their head while rubbing someone
else’s tummy; that’s how wrong
they got it. And a strange jealousy
festers. I think of Martin Sheen’s hair
in the film, Firestarter. (Seriously, I do.
Often). I’m convinced that Phil Collins
gets abuse and hatred because he’s bald.
Imagine him with the hair of Sheen.
He’d be an untouchable god, not the
punch line to coke jokes from
jealous wannabes in their post-punk
pants. Jean-jacket journalists
with two chords to their name.
As a bald person I have no gripe with Phil. But he’s resentful in interviews, an unlovely trait in a rich person. Coincidentally, I went back and listened to Trick of the Tail for the first time in decades the other day. Sounded like The Wiggles with time signatures. The vocals were particularly colourless.