Friday, 30 November 2012
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
More than likely.
High and mighty.
In or out?
Never in doubt.
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Where vacant masses waste in apathetic recesses?
Where a faceless race for ignorance is bliss?
With stagnant fools in every place, no names to put to faces?
We're in some ugly state
When some dumb fucks
Would rather decide the fate
Of some talentless runt
On the X-Factor,
Than to prise their rapidly expanding arse
From the sofa,
And vote for,
Their future head of state.
It's a farce, but in no way a humorous display,
It seems brains are scarce in the populus today.
Though seeding my greater disdain is the inherent idiocracy
That voting for a majority between two wholly similar parties constitutes democracy.
Socrates would be falling to his knees
If he witnessed the ease at which we abandon our liberties.
The outlook is bleak in this meek society
Where free thinking is dwindling and sheep follow sheep.
Is the only sound that abounds
From the millions around who don't give a shit.
At schools we should have exams at giving a shit;
Those who don't give a shit would be forced to eat shit.
Maybe then they'd sit up and do something about it,
Or maybe they just wouldn't give a shit
And eat more shit because someone told them to do it.
It seems easier to be stupid,
Breathe, walk, eat - that's it.
Oh, and don't forget to not give a shit. Eat shit!
This idiocracy demands a new philosophy
Where brains are valued beyond histology.
For wanting to change the world I make no apology,
The folly of our current direction is absurd.
For a start let's rekindle the art of conversation,
While we're talking we'll foster a sense of cooperation,
Of community, unity and love for all nations,
Let's mingle and kindle some proper relations.
And when we're chatting please mean what you say,
Say what you mean and we'll be okay.
Like what you like and live free of scrutiny,
Free of the vice of what people want you to be.
For we are all free if we just think it,
If we just break the link to blind conformity.
Socrates died for his right to think freely...
Let us not wind up in a mindless idiocracy.
Thursday, 22 November 2012
Totalibanally insane Talibrand of Talibantics.
Music and dancing - Talibanned.
Television and movies - Talibanned.
Kite flying - Talibanned.
Celebrating New Year - Talibanned.
Objectionable books - Talibanned.
Religions other than Islam - Talibranded like Jews under the Nazis.
Within Islam, not being Sunni - Taliblasted in Rawalpindi and Karachi.
Women's rights - Talibanned.
Women working - Talibanned.
Women playing - Talibanned.
Women laughing - Talibanned.
Women celebrating - Talibanned.
Women gathering - Talibanned.
Women studying - Talibanned,
And for protesting Malala gunned down.
Wearing nail varnish - thumb cut off.
Not qutting your job - gun shot to the head.
Girl fleeing baad - Ear and nose cut off
And left in the mountains for dead.
An affliction on Afghanistan.
An affliction on Pakistan.
Totalibanally insane Talibrand of Talibantics.
Band of Totaliban twats.
From Swat in Pakistan to Afghani sands,
It's time the Taliban were Talibanished.
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Rockets from Palestine are futile
But Israel's reply is brutal.
Hamas' force is infinitesimal;
This destruction of Gaza is dismal.
For no matter who the aggressor,
The military might should know better.
If Hamas is viewed as an agent of terror
Then Israel's no less than a vicious oppressor.
Yet there exists a bizzare hypocrisy,
In another crisis under global scrutiny.
Today the opposition to Assad's brutality
Was by William Hague granted legitimacy.
So if I'm wrong please do forgive me,
I'm not the judge of truth and decency.
But in my eyes it's patent to see -
Israel and Assad appear to be
Singing from a disturbingly similar hymn sheet.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
With a Barack attack.
On Republican tack.
With his questionable wits.
He ever got picked.
My affection for
The media erection
Over the US election.
The other resentable,
At least the electorate
Selected the sensible.
And I do, say
Has had its day.
Of power play
Is straying East,
Less of a superpower,
In the jungles
In fact, to my mind,
The United States
Has only won one fight
It's not quite right
This military might
Has bated plight
After unsavoury plight.
But maybe now
It's time to repent
What's been spent
On thinly vetted defence.
From a feted lender
To a net debtor;
Better pass the buck
Draw jeers like Dumbo’s,
While the Politburo
Sneers into Kung Bo.
Trumped by Asia’s
From Moulin Rouge
To frugal blues.
It’s no can do;
EU in lieu
Under Jackie Chan’s shoe.
So let’s get it on
And bang a gong,
For the new King Kong
Hong Kong’s on song.
On an economic bong,
Bing bong, pass the Dutchie,
The East’s long gone.
From Obama's bling
To Xi Jinping,
My attention swings
To you Beijing.
A six thousand
With more roads
Rose the fire
Of Imperial desire.
The tide is high,
It’s time to ride.
On the breeze
And over the seas,
A new supremacy.
I’d rather have Dim Sum or Jalfrezi please.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
A democratic whack on republican tack.
Mitt's in the pits with his questionable wits.
I'm in bits in fits he ever got picked.
But I'm deflecting my affection for the media erection over the US election.
One presentable, the other resentable, at least the electorate selected the sensible.
Some might, and I do, say the USA has had its day.
The global sway of power play is heading East, allez Bombay.
The tide is high, demise is nigh.
Arise mighty China it's time to ride.
On the breeze and over the seas,
Like Chinese chippies a new supremacy.
America exports Maccy D's and KFC's. Jeez...
I'd rather have Dim Sum or Jalfrezi please.
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
12 billion people and half with no food to eat.
Despite all our warnings through global warming
We carried on depleting and repeating this wicked feat.
I look around me as my eyes draw water
But not like the wells because they've all run dry.
I'm trying not to cry but I can't fight the tide
While the people that surround me are all dying side by side.
They look at my clothes as I stand here alone
Frozen with compassion for those we abandoned long ago.
As one of them walks by he draws a sigh that echoes,
He turns to me and says "you're from the past, we know."
I'm speechless because what we've done to them is ruthless.
I could try and say sorry but an apology would be fruitless.
We all knew what we were doing was polluting the planet
But we carried on regardless as if somehow it would all work out.
As I wander through the empty, desolate fields
I remember the warnings of our diminishing yields.
Yet governments in high seats and those hungry for meat
Did little to ensure food was secure and replete.
There's no justifying the crimes that we have committed on this earth;
It's not like there was a dearth of evidence this would occur.
With our own eyes we witnessed ice caps melting in the distance
But not enough of us did anything to stop this.
I step back into the future and there are still those who don't care;
Like those who went before they're apathetic, feelings bare.
In Washington and London they live in ignorant abandon
Without a thought for the thousands in delapidation around them.
Why are us humans such a stubborn damn breed?
Why do we never stop to listen and take heed?
As Gandhi once said there's enough on Earth for man's needs
But nowhere near enough to satisfy man's greed.