Rightwing Ideology

And now for The News.

Death, Die, Destroy!

Fear! Fear! Fear!

Happy Xmas

Puppy dogs, kitten's tails

the world could be as lovely

we just have to decide

Happy Xmas

 

Not Precious

Not precious

to explain,

the flowery habits of prose.

A poem can say 

fuck you

in so few words.

In rhyming couplets,

or just straight.

 

Sam

Your love is sublime, 

like putting ice cream

on waffles

Love of My Life

The love of my life.

What does that even mean?

Until you change your mind,

And walk away.

Or is it forever?

Is that a promise?

One you can keep.

Will keep?

One Less

Poetry is

Isis, or

Daesh, or

Isil, or

IS, or

rabid muslims,

with bad attitudes, or

whatever the fuck they call themselves,

being blown up by a bomb.

"Ah!" Boom!

The way these fanatic's

brain tissue splatters

against the nearest wall

is poetry in motion.

Kersplat!

One less

to deal with,

is poetic

in

itself.

Kerboom!

One

less.

 

What Are We Fighting For

If, in the end,

there is no individual liberty,

what are we fighting

the war on everything for?

 

Individual Responsibility

A man infected another man

with HIV, knowingly,

and got 30 years prison.

In this modern era

that takes away

individual liberty,

it is only fair,

that it takes away

individual responsibility,

as well.

The Talkers

Some people really like to talk,

They must think

they are interesting,

Or important, or something.

Sadly the incessant talkers are

Rarely any of those things,

And deep down, I think,

They know it.

So do the rest of us a favour

And get therapy,

Stop making us all pay

For the infrequency

of you mother’s touch,

or the absence

of your father’s love.

Heal yourselves,

And Stop taking us all daily

On your mindless journey.

Poetry is Cool, Be poetic

You never know, a poem, or two might improve your sex life, you might as well give it a go, as nothing else has helped, hey.

Reciting poetry, definitely makes your penis grow,  or your cunt wet, so give it a go.

Poetry is great. It will be great again. I wonder how? Maybe, the modern short attention span may turn out to be poetry's best friend. In the end?

A World of Empathy

Half the world is starving

Half the world is bloating

Half the world has no water

Half the world has too much,

finding ways to build a bigger trough,

rather than giving anything up,

for those who don't have enough.

Summertime

Summer is here

time for prawns and beer

and little swimming shorts

for all the queers

suntans, bbq's,

late night chatting,

long drinks,

family time

Sunday afternoon batting

beach hijinks

burnt skin

zinc cream

easy livin'

sweat and flies,

alleluia

rise up singin'

in praise of the sun

People Are Dicks [02]

People running for the lifts,

like rats in drain pipes,

or snakes with cuts,

are dicks.

Like death and taxes

there will always be more,

idiots and lifts.

If they put that much effort

into the rest of their lives

they would be rich.

Modern Corporate Principles

Yes, yes, valued added, my friend,

Say it is organic, or ergonomic, or some such thing

And the more we can charge,

Sell it at a premium, my friend

It makes no difference if it works, or not

As long as it is value added for us.

I Just Couldn’t Make It Today

I just couldn’t make it today

I tried, I truly did.

I got up, I went outside,

I felt the sun on my skin,

I felt the wind in my hair.

I made it that far,

by the gate, by the car.

But, I just couldn’t,

I don’t know why?

A feeling in the air,

the world in despair,

the news telling us

it is not safe out there.

I headed back inside

closed the door

and climbed back into bed

slipped under my blue blanket

pulling it over my head.

Free Market Policy

Disenfranchised youth

Thrown on the scrap heap

By free market policies,

Although the politicians

Deny it with talk that is cheap

Designed to profit their benefactors

In the good books of who the pollies keep

The Golden Rule

We learned our morals from the bible?

That is never going to ensure our survival

We need to be more grass roots tribal

And leave the fantasies (and frocks) to the priests

Infidelity

Every time I see your cock,

I see her cunt in our bed.

No, I don’t wish you well,

actually, I wish you dead.

No, I don’t forgive you,

I thought we had something real,

go to hell.

People Are Dicks

People are dicks running for the lifts

If they put that much effort

Into the rest of their lives

They would be rich.

Forever Young

Forever Young,

that is what we all want to be.

May our light always shine,

for that is all we can ever hope.

And for the longest time we are thought of

after we're gone.