Tuesday, 25 November 2014
As independent as a suckling pig.
Your teat milking that pestilent swine
With pint in hand and back in time.
Snugly sipping tainted trickles
From swollen, purple-painted mammary,
Nigel laughs and casts us back
To where the world would want the past.
The other piglets squeal and die,
The green one's cold, the nipple dry.
The other, jaundiced, yet to pass
But still the cries are heard en masse.
The future's plain, the path laid bare,
As blue and red still curse the air
And purple jolts a sickly shiver.
The green pig shakes and the young ones quiver.
Monday, 24 November 2014
The billion burst their seams.
A billion more barely think
Of steak and chips but dream.
The sounds of chomping mouths surround
The West, now East some too.
From East to West the clouds caress
And choke the lands of food.
The cargo sails without the wind,
The wind carries poisoned spit.
The acid burns, the trees are lit,
The soya sprawls, the cows roam through.
No room for crops, no need to muse,
Grasses stomped by ruminant hooves.
The sand encroaches, land consumed,
The forests croak, their patrons doomed.
Sunday, 26 October 2014
Thursday, 18 September 2014
None of it is real.
Apart from maybe the bronzed pound coins,
The stuff you can touch, and feel.
If it has no weight, there's none attached
But still the interest accrues.
You'll pay that back, at once, for tax,
Then buy a pair of shoes.
Those shoes, at least, for now are real,
If questionably leather.
And in the name of cheaper shoes,
More money made, but they won't stand weather.
Saturday, 13 September 2014
Money is the square root of foolishness squared,
Alas none of us, woman or man, was spared.
Opting out is an option we're without,
And while we've nowt,
The bullies' bullion's never in doubt.
Aye, screw the system, the system's full of nuts
But wobble one slightly, you're drowned in dust
As you tried in vain to shake off the rust
And the spanners up top,
Snap, and smite thee down in disgust.
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
But who will be blamed for this saddening demise?
Poachers and hunters are easy to shame.
But shame on this world, as globalisation
Reaps its damnation on a war-torn land
Where borders were drawn over barely-sketched lines.
They weren't the first, they won't be the last,
While the palm oil plantations ceaselessly persist,
Next up it's Orangutans soon to be past.
Thursday, 4 September 2014
The gas streaks silently through pipes underground,
As still the connections increase the order
While the news inspires chaos of minds unsound.
The world waits in wonder as charred chasms thaw,
Plundering ships sail toward the tumbling stream.
The fossils unfrozen awake from slumber,
Their blackened blood, boiling spills out through the seams.
Sunday, 17 August 2014
Behind, lies Cameron's fat, shiny face,
Buffed with oily lacquor of peasant's elbow,
Varnished with licks of Osborne's sticky jizzum.
Curdle my saliva, so I nigh on choke
On the fumes of politically tarnished lives,
Smouldering in piles of rechid manure.
Nagh, 'tis Pickles gorging on an obese hen.
I'm engulfed by supercilious white men
As if Suffrage was just a smelly fart.
Of crusty volumes spouting spurious pish.
An alarmingly loud babble of buffoons,
Rabbling nonsense as the toddler's tongues twist.
Are drowned beneath the seething, callous spit,
As a rain of ignorance drenches the stalls
And the thick, rising mucus throttles my wit.
The pandemic meets no antiviral drug.
The system is tainted, the infection persists,
As the candid cure drains toward the plug.
Sunday, 10 August 2014
YE, bastions of mindless misery
Sink us under a hyperglycaemic fit,
Rendered blind beneath shroud, and seemingly
Free as the caged bird flutters pinned wings,
Immersed and writhing in excrement's soil.
The horned beast thrives not below but within
We blinkered who see not a soul in our spoils;
We ravenous rampage like virus through host,
The pathogen who reaps unrepentant toil.
This pestilence presses on ceaseless encroach,
Top-heavy with teeth sunken, sucking at vein.
The sepsis seeps through while the septic feel loathe
To poison vessels lest lose monet'ry gain,
Or the burgeoning vaults of countless fresh air,
With no breath for the poor, trampled in disdain.
Cry Shame! On this scum. Cry Shame! Nowt is fair;
The chimneys still choke, chide and crassly divide,
The fields lie in tatters, the rainforests bare.
As a scientist's flask of culture, finite
This steaming sphere about to suffocate
Due to hooved carcass yielding fat-feigned delight.
So long, the masses, apathetic abstain;
A pathetic future, so much for the brain.
Friday, 8 August 2014
we roll the dice,
The chance to thrive
has locked us in-
-To strife, we're bound
but not a sound,
The cretins last,
the wise unfound.
We once were one,
we once were small.
T'was all for one
and one for all.
That once ensconced,
but all at once,
What once was once,
we'll never sustain.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
The storm circles high above
Yet long before the tremors trawl,
But ear muffs dull Earth's deathly call.
The plague of seven billion swarms,
Slashing trees and spitting fire.
As hell erupts,
The corrupt cry,
For pitiful piety, though end is nigh.
From depths of hell and like a shade
My day is night, my night's awake.
I tread the brazen,
For want to try, mid failure's wrath.
Wednesday, 16 July 2014
that rogue has been slain.
Gone is the tyrant,
Gove to the grave.
Huzzah, for the teachers,
Steadfast who remain.
Hurrah, for the women,
Who've taken the reigns.
But alas, within,
This reshuffled mass.
Still lawyers, politicians,
And economists last.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
It's time, for us, to all realise.
Nothing is made with us in mind,
It's packaged for eyes, and they catch us each time.
They market technology to make our lives better
But relationships weathered far stronger with letters.
Whoever invented the I-pad is laughing
All the way to their burgeoning bank.
Machines were meant to make us work less,
So we've come of age and work more to regress.
One day, they'll allay, this pointless digress,
The machines will take over the humans no less.
But over they've already taken, today,
Our living rooms, bedrooms, our saturated brains.
Our brains getting duller, the world getting smaller,
The seas getting higher and the rich growing taller.
Technology was meant to cure,
But now a curse,
And cursed for sure.
Thursday, 5 June 2014
May fall upon these men of scorn.
The bastards hang their prey from trees,
The bastards burn like bitter, green bile.
All the while, around the world
The girls are blamed for being girls.
Women raped for not putting out,
For putting out, they're hounded out.
One rule for scum, the scum doth crawl
While men amongst them shadow in gall.
Like wretched livers, bruised and swoll'n,
The hydroxyl bites but the enzymes fail.
Let's rally, let's rile, at these bastards smiles,
Let's wipe the smirk, in jail let them jerk.
Let them feel the bludgeoning mess from Jimmy
In the seething showers of repentant fury.
Sunday, 20 April 2014
Long since he spanned a crucifix,
His flock still lost, his sheep are whipped.
As pastors preach their vile deceit,
The Vatican vagabonds delve in deep.
Though not the son of god, was he,
But still he could have saved humanity.
He nursed the weak, let women speak,
He lathered lepers and loved the meek.
Alas, if he came back today,
With second coming would cometh dismay.
He tried, in vain, to change their way,
But Temple turned Church, and came what may.
They hate the gays, for women no say,
They build their wealth with none allayed.
The Vatican's vast vaults varnished, display,
No love for the poor, no purpose today.
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Hitler sizing up the British Empire.
Then, Chamberlain, had no recourse,
Except to allow his tyrannical pursuit.
Fast forward, Putin, and what a crime,
Crimea, Transnistria, an old hinterland.
Like Chamberlain then, Obama is now
Half as strong, and twice as shallow.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
They sign off bills, themselves to ease
The burdens of the calls of many.
Each time, committed, alas to sleaze.
They sneeze us into a snotty tissue,
While mucus runs down to the tummy.
It all sounds yummy, what a breeze
Just write your name down, sign here please.
A tease! A tease! A bloody scandal,
Since Kyoto, less carbon? Not a trifle.
And this here decade, the UN decreed,
For biodiversity, and did we succeed?
Nay! Nay! Again I say nay!
These bastards bandy burning dismay
To the planet, its people, its trees, its beetles,
It's on all of us, as their words are feeble.
Friday, 14 March 2014
Thursday, 6 March 2014
If I have three apples on my plate, there are three apples there.
Take three away, and there is simply nothing. Not zero, just space.
We have based our maths, and our knowledge of mass,
On the supposition of something which truly lacks.
Nothing is not zero, zero is not anything. Zero has been made by man.
It strikes me as arrogant that we seek to explain every single phenomenon
Based on a system which we alone have devised
To explain a very small part of what we can hardly see.
Thursday, 27 February 2014
The world is drowning in a salty sea of toxic death,
Alas, none of us was told to build an ark.
The river banks smashed away by whipping wind and ripping rain,
A soggy apocalypse brought swiftly to bear.
While the levels sit soaking in tidal furore,
The gorges and dams hear barely a trickle.
The fickle fiddlers in the hot seat give not a hoot,
Their loot is their gain, no shame, no shame.
Thursday, 20 February 2014
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
Monday, 17 February 2014
and down it came,
in torrents and torrents
the lashing rain.
The pebbles dashed,
the windows splashed,
and little currents
careered down steep lanes.
And still it came,
yet harder to tame,
in torrents and torrents
the lashing rain.
The flood plains flashed,
the river banks thrashed,
and meandering currents
made up the lanes.
And on, the same,
with yet more disdain,
in torrents and torrents
the lashing rain.
In vain came the sun,
through clouds on the run,
But thunderous torrents
resumed, no refrain.
With force renewed
the wheelie bins flew,
in mounds of detritus
the litter was strewn,
And sinking, alas,
amid plastic bags,
the boughing branches
and flora were slewn.
And stronger, again,
the river's tirade,
in torrents and torrents
amid climate change.
The lashing thuds
and flashing floods
forever may claim
from men their terrain.
The wise person builds
their house on the rock,
will never stand the rain.
But rock and sand
may well be the same
as the winds batter on
while the climate talks stagger.
of grassy fields and bushy trees,
Of humming birds and bumbling bees,
of sunny summers and winter's breeze.
As far as the eye can see
the planet spins, the world goes round,
But frack the surface, drill down deep,
and find the time to act is now.
The world I see means the world to me,
but to the greedy it's cheap and easy.
Why can't they see, what quite apparently,
Might mean the end...
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Monday, 10 February 2014
In Britain, who can tell?
Storms one second, the next it's well.
You never know what coat to wear,
The trees may stand, some trees may fall.
But one thing is certain, from days of yore,
The storms are irregular, these days, for sure.
Friday, 31 January 2014
They're twenty two, to me, to you,
Some like yellow, some look blue,
It matters not, they're lying to you,
Tuition fees and fossil fuels.
The cabinet, a canny name,
Blue or yellow? All the same.
To them, the party's just a name,
They stand for nowt except their gain.
How liberal can a democrat be
If women hardly rule the party?
While Rennard could do what he pleased,
Grabbing boobs and fondling knees.
And for the Tories, what a breeze,
From Eton school to wine soirees.
At birth, a worth, of a billion pennies,
Hard to see, for some, life's not easy.
And lending, spending, what a jive,
Insidious deceit, like drones in hives,
Increasing debt, spreading lies,
An employment rise yet lives demise.
Michael Gove, tyrannical rogue,
Acadamies were his new vogue,
A building new but kids of old,
And not enough to stop the fold.
Their hearts are cold, their minds are set,
The wealthy ones whose cash is kept,
And taken from the poor, in debt,
While MPs wage increases yet...
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Monday, 20 January 2014
All things we take for granted.
We use them past our heart's content,
Our stomachs rarely grumble.
But rumble, still, do many bellies,
Empty in a distant world.
Aching pains in the slums of Delhi,
Far flung from satiated Earls.
In Kenya, well felt, the pangs of hunger,
While Sainsbury's shelves are ripe
With fruit and veg which we have plundered
Regardless of their stomach's strife.
Abundance is a wealthy myth
One rule for one, and one for none,
While scarcity, for all,
is an ever present fear.
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Thursday, 9 January 2014
instead of just aristocrats,
instead of just idiots in ties, and cravats,
instead of just rich, white, supercilious men,
instead of the same, stifling, stuttering cabinet...
We had one composed
of those we chose
from a selection of the best,
to which no person is closed.
instead we had women,
as many as we have men,
instead we had gay men,
instead we had lesbian women,
instead we had black, white, tanned and tattooed people,
instead we had disabled people, able people, and failed people,
instead we had scientists, artists, and anarchists,
instead we had plumbers, joiners and carpenters,
instead we had people from every walk of life,
working together to make things right...
It's nice to imagine.
Friday, 3 January 2014
And rounded up with baton and hound,
The streets fell silent, a barren new town,
No children's voice heard from any playground.
In droves, no fewer, the masses were slewn,
And shattered corpses were littered and strewn.
Their blood, running violet, was found seeping through
A trembling landscape and violence renewed.
They who escaped lay trapped by a boulder,
The days drew short and the nights grew colder,
As the women and men sat shoulder to shoulder,
And resilience then became bolder and bolder.
"You bastard!" She said, as he left her for dead,
While the dark, starry night filled her with dread,
And she clutched at the wound to the side of her head,
Then blessed the cold ground and kissed her last bed.
Thursday, 2 January 2014
females, shemales, males and those
without a gender to predispose,
black men, tanned women, and pasty albinos,
guys with guns and fluorescent flamingos,
gay people, straight people,
bisexual, or confused people,
rich people, poor people,
tall people and small people,
buyers, sellers, traders, merchants,
keepers, carers, masters, servants,
governments, nations, international organisations,
bankers, shareholders and transnational corporations,
transient prime ministers, stalwart back-benchers,
powerful presidents and dutiful dissenters,
prudent police, peaceful protesters,
politicians, judges, scientists and inventors,
farmers with cattle, badgers in sets,
earthworms in topsoil and bees amongst petals,
tropical forests, precious metals,
biodiversity and industrial fettle,
renewable energy and motor driven wheels,
sustainable concern and bountiful yields,
maize, wheat, Monsanto and Greenpeace,
organic fields and genetically modified seeds,
Popes, preachers, teachers, students,
those who are weak and those who are prudent,
just get along?