One Minute to Midnight

As we stare into the void

the only question we ask,

Are there other colours?

The 6 O’clock News

Scandal not depth

disillusion not knowledge

tune in, get the latest

Beauty

Sparkling bright. 

Beauty, the pool where radiance 

lives momentarily. 

Replenish

The grey coastline

wanders by the silent sea.

Dip toes in life again.

 

Modern Pharmaceutical

They would crush a natural cure for cancer

if they could

to make you pay for their chemical,

profit driven goods.

The Rich Eat Their Young

Free Trade the rich

globalise the world

pay the politicians

and fool the poor.

This free trade deal,

with no tariffs to pay,

it is good for you, you know,

the politicians say,

it is good for us all,

but they never say how?


Don’t worry about the planet

falling apart,

big business will gate their communities

their wealth,

and their hearts.


They'll blame the poor


by stealth


and lies


and alibis

and anybody else

who gets in the way.

The problem is

the workers wages

not the bosses lunches

so the execs say.

Not Frightened of Death

I’m not scared of death,

well, perhaps the actual event,

I’m frightened of old age

when I can no longer consent.

Let’s Look Bizarre

Tum di da

let’s go to a bar,

in high heels 

and a bra,

let’s look bizarre.

We can go far

in my car,

follow a star

singing tra la la.

Don't tell ma.

Advertising

I don’t want pearls 

I don’t want a penthouse 

I don’t like girls. 

I want ice cream in swirls 

I want peace on earth 

I want thick black curls 

I don’t want more choices 

I just want nicer things, 

and much quieter voices.

Don't LikeIt?

Don't like gay marriage? Don't have one.

Don't like cigarettes? Don't smoke them.

Don't like abortions? Don't get one.

Don't like sex? Don't fuck anyone.

Don't like drugs? Don't take them.

Don't like porn? Don't watch it.

Don't like alcohol? Don't drink it.

Don't like your rights taken away?

Don't take away someone else's.

Writer's Block

I don't know
where to go
with what to say
feeling grey.

Some days
nothing hey
the world's too much
so rough.

words lost
feeling bossed
too hard
urban scarred.

empty head
blockage dread
life in the way,
another day.

Gods & Monsters

My God is a fuck,

with the man I love.

Jesus was the big cock

around who the boy disciples flocked.

I only see the holy spirit

when a black woman sings,

wailing on high

up on heavens wings.

Allah is so cranky

that he can't show his face.

The Jews have weak stomachs

that's why they watch what they eat.

Buddhists pretend to be happy,

while Hindus do it with cows,

all the time the Jehovah's

are kicking down your doors.

The Mormons have shiny white teeth,

and five wives a piece,

who'd have thought that?

Catholics are anti everything,

unless, of course, it feels bad.

And the Scientologists,

well, they are completely mad.

The deluded go to church

in tweed cardigans and skirts.

The angry go to mosques

wrapping their brains so they don't hurt.

The nauseous go to synagogue,

all day Saturday, I believe.

Some worship fat idols,

some go to confess,

some wear coloured glasses,

why, is any one's guess?

The meek shall get down trodden,

by all of them, as they push

the competition away

and the atheists, who love everyone

will inherit the earth that way.