exclusive ignorance

Inclusivity brings change
Exclusivity maintains the status quo
the clues are there for all to read
divide and rule, dont rock the boat
but we follow the man down his twisted path
to the places where he does not go
but with his words he despatches you
and tells you that you are glad
to be here with all the mad
and sad people who did not spot
his twisted lies.

playing

the working class playground is the scrap heap
the middle class playground is their garden
the upper class playground is whatever they want

the honest budget

kill the poor

1984

when i was young i read abook
i though it was a fantasy
but then one day i woke up
to a governement of tories
brave words spoken about a big society
bold words about the NHS
we are all in this together
but as with all the talk
it is some more than others
the 15th C baronet
says the dole cheats are fraudsters
the light of day they never see
but quite merrily he will increase their fold
with necessary redundancy
how i wish i could hunt in the shires
and eat my fill with the squires
in the knowledge that in a city
some poor soul starves to death
but what do i care not my problem
only the strong shall survive
i say glibly on top of the pile.
how easy it is too talk a tough game
when you dont suffer
how easy it easy to talk about morals
when they are for other people
you know what is best for me
or so you tell me
but if you had your way you would cull me annually
the great culling of the working class
but you do that any way
even if only metaphorically
your message is clear to me
kill the poor
maintain the status quo

Of course i know about the starving millions, I do have an I pad you know.

Dont tell me what paths to tread
until youve worn my shoes
Dont tell me what sights to see
until youve peered my views
Dont tell me what words to say
until youve read my lines
Dont tell me what thoughts to have
until youve shared my signs
Dont tell me where to stand
until youve warmed my seat
Dont tell me whats safe to touch
until youve felt my heat
Dont tell me whats music to my ear
until you hear my calls
Dont tell me you will help
until you see me fall
Dont tell me how I should feel
Until youve borne my strife
Dont tell me that I am wrong
Until youve lived my life

my first word

I nab the fab kaftan
With the macabre label
and the quacky sable

Baa Baa gab the rabble
At the fab kaftan
With the macabre label
and the quacky sable

I dab jab the tab
on the fab kaftan
with the wacky label
and the zany sable

Yack yack a pace the oafs gab
At each ubiety vacancy with zero cab
On the fab kaftan
with the zany label
and the macabre sable

the future

when the last wind whispers sigh
when the last cloud flutters high
when their lips out the final cry
when our mouths twisted forked till dry
when hope and charity for one are rid
when compassion and love for all are hid
when the last drop from the angel is shed
when every flower shame hangs its head
when the air we breath is toxic fume
when the machines out send their spiral plume
when the blue flow is oiled black
when the clock no longer turned back
when the lies of names have trapped the fools
when the sun ignores for granted rules
when the souls have sold for pots of gold
when dreams and fancy are no more hold
when rain is black from the sky
then you and I my friend must die

PRESS

The Press

Persuasive reasoning eliminated by stupifying the senses.

patron saints

St Andrew patron saint of scotsmen
St Jude patron saint of lost causes
St Rain patron saint of physical exertion
St Ain patron saint of those with a nervous disposition

this is it
there is no more
i bang my head
against the door
to no avail
without fail
this is it
there is no more

The liquid of life
the gift of the gods
the precious flow of the earth
nothing else has such worth
so what do we do
piss in it
shit in it
pollute it
choke it
poison it
abuse it
soddam and gomorrah must surely come
to rid the world of human scum.

sub pots on the yellow brick road
up and down
round and round
spinning forth on the ground.
Its clear to me
this is what I see
where I need to stand to stop thee

minsterwest

Bing bong
Ding ding
Cling clong
Hear ben rhyme and chime
Below the dirty brown polluted flow
the smug and arrogant and poisoned lies
lay traps for the blind with no eyes
and so we shuffle on our way
and let them take our souls to play

freedom

Give me my space
Get out of my face
No more jibber jabber
jibber jabber
mumbo jumbo
I dont want to hear your tuts
your sighs
I want you off my street

three cheers for the tories

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Three cheers for the japanese fuckers and their scientific research on whales. Bollocks.

The human race

Living proof of the non existence of God

So as their blood is blooded and bled

so as our hands are redder with red

so as their hearts are bleeded with bled

so as are greed is watered and fed

CONTENTMENT

It is the belonging not the belongings that give true meaning.

THE BOAT RACE

The watching of the elite by the mindless

Acquiescence is the cowards complicity

Ours not to reason why

Ours not to question why

Ours to accept the lies of lie

Ours to simply do and die

Time through time

Platitudes of lies

Ours to simply do and die