The Houses of Parliament

I arrive at the Houses of Parliament gate,
Behind, lies Cameron's fat, shiny face,
Buffed with oily lacquor of peasant's elbow,
Varnished with licks of Osborne's sticky jizzum.

All around me I sense the sheer twattishness
Curdle my saliva, so I nigh on choke
On the fumes of politically tarnished lives,
Smouldering in piles of rechid manure.

Of a sudden, I might have spied the truth,
Nagh, 'tis Pickles gorging on an obese hen.
I'm engulfed by supercilious white men
As if Suffrage was just a smelly fart.

I wander into a bile-tainted bookshelf
Of crusty volumes spouting spurious pish.
An alarmingly loud babble of buffoons,
Rabbling nonsense as the toddler's tongues twist.

I cry for common sense, but my silent words
Are drowned beneath the seething, callous spit,
As a rain of ignorance drenches the stalls
And the thick, rising mucus throttles my wit.

And there is Milliband licking the drips,
The pandemic meets no antiviral drug.
The system is tainted, the infection persists,
As the candid cure drains toward the plug.

Terra crima

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.

Paradise lost

From Paradise
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.

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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,
has gone... 
   We fall.

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Too many
this earth,
Too many
to change,
Too many
unsure,
Too many
abstain.

A burden
to many,
A burden
the brain,
A burden
the brave
  we'll never sustain.
A burden
the brave
  And cursed
    we remain. 

From the depths of hell

The storm circles high above
Yet long before the tremors trawl,
Thunder crashes,
Lightning forks,
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,
Perilous path,
For want to try, mid failure's wrath.

A reshuffle, but the feathers remain

A reshuffle, at last,
 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.

It's time

It's time, it's time, we all became wise,
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.

Yes, all men

Death, hail, fire and storm
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.

Jesus wept

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.

Russians on the Dniestr

A bit like the start of World War Two,
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.

Kyoto, where did you go?

The cravatted convene together unseen,
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.