Happy

Life's too short to be miserable,
And misery is contagious.
I'm leaving misery behind
And striding into the happy light.

I was born to be happy
And happy I am
To crack a smile on faces,
And around people like me.

Weather trodden

It's hard to get your head around...
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.

Twats and aristocrats

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.

Goodbye Black Rhino

The Western Black Rhino has gone, forever,
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.

Mind games, Ukraine

As nations blunder on the barricaded border
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.

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.