Hark! The herald agents spin

Hark! The herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!
piece the earth and purchase wild,
gods and monsters reconciled!”
Fearful, all ye nations rise,
feel the terror, land and sky;
with all ancient ghosts, now fight
faith as all, without insight.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”

Prophets laugh and sigh and yawn
every time a cult is born:
when, again, some men, assured,
by their holiness applaud;
snake oil from the Godhead squeezed
into earthen deities;
pleased for our Free Will to quell;
their utopias to swell.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”

Mark! usurpers of the Peace,
Mark to market, fallacies.
Light and Life from which they shrink;
Artifice and Rapture drink.
Trumpets wearing banners ply;
slaves consume, resisters die
by the neo-fascist scourge
evil-bound for all it’s worth.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”

[December, 2015]

God rest ye merry, Government

God rest ye merry, Government
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Price is everything
And you are getting paid
To save the few of no value
While all the rest be played
O tidings of contempt and rage
Now being waged
O tidings of contempt and rage

From gods of craven worship
The blasted Con men came
And unto certain sycophants
Gave entrance to the same:
How in the land of Buccaneers
All’s done in Profit’s Name
O siding with self-int’rest and might
Hubris with bite
O siding with self-int’rest and might

And when they viewed the mayhem
Whence their dear saviour streamed
They found their way in danger
Of running out of steam
The population keeling o’er
And ripping at all seams
O riding on serfdom to peers
War and small beer
O riding on serfdom to peers

Now to themselves bring conflict
All those who rule our space
By their cruel ideology
Society’s disgrace
The wickedness of idiots
Must surely be displaced
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys
(Comfort and joy)
O hidings of Justice, Old Boys

[December, 2014]

Fowl is Fair

Something whiffy this way comes
A retching arse with fetid puns
The oeuvre of an ergo sum
Every day he lays a lie
Dumps his chicken-shit and flies
Foul his fare but many buy
The fecund one’s innumerous supplies

So funny

We laugh

with them laughing at us
laughing at them

and laugh

at them laughing at us
laughing with them

and laugh

with them laughing at us
laughing with them.

We laugh

at them laughing at us
laughing at them

and laugh

with them laughing with us
laughing with them

and laugh

at them laughing with us
laughing at them

and laugh

with them laughing with us
laughing at them

and, oh, we all laughed.

How we laughed.

Yonder

Pleasure
Treasure
Pressure
Wander
Recce
Yonder
Measured
Sorties
Expeditions
Missions
Conquests
Vested int’rests
No rest for the wicked
Business
Grand Tour
Follies
Jollies
Beanos
Ex-pats
Dual hats
Fat cats
Stray cats
Trafficked
Bussed-in doormats
Stowed and rowed
And swam and ran
With hope and wit? Come in, you earned it!
Omnipresent corporations
On your marks, get set:
Negotiation
Exploitation
Points make prizes
Wholesale nation delegations
Visas
Oligarchic geezers
Economic vagrancy
And desperate pleas by refugees
In boat loads
Rescued by the say-so

Slightly amended from June 4, 2015

Sleep no more

In battles of mind and all matter
Of time, the bright world beaming
We filled our cups
And slept as grieving shadows grew
That in their dark recess
But few would dare to sleep again.

Dudica

Boris Johnson danced in
On the head of opinions
In Blighty
Made frightfully mighty
By members for minions
A man-child the king
Of some wild optimistic dominions
And every damned thing

And Dudica duly revolted
Assaulting the Foursome
By spaffing his Cummings
To ruffle their crinions
And make them be awesome
And, thus, by a stunning
Distorted endorsement
The revelling cult of a dishevelled sun
Did ruin the Union for everyone

Hunt, to be blunt

But Hunt, to be blunt
Is a Freudian slip
Twixt thought and lip
With his pinch-me-am-I-dreaming
Beaming, champing at the bit
For the most expensive hump
In the Brexit bed of tricks

His wobble-head pumped
With arousal-heavy heart
For the Tory race to desiccate
Our sensitive parts
As the tub-thumpers, who
Would pimp and screw us too,
View Johnson as a more entertaining tart

Boris believes his own bus

Boris believes his own bus
Got a package of promises for everyone of us

It’s gonna be a hoot
Taking the scenic route
Uplands are sunny
And isn’t it funny
Just how many times and on how many things
He can spend the same money

Wooo, here comes a corner
To wipe off the grins
And waaay, it’s downhill
From now on and we’re
Into another bend
Sleeping bag, underwear
Crap flying everywhere
When will it ever end
Please make it stop
Ah, the cliff edge
Thank god
And over we go…

Apropos
No wonder he pledged
Like there’d be no tomorrow

Putin on the Fritz

Populists are nothing new
Have you seen the cabin crew
Serving up their poison brew
On the many for the few

Shilling on the common ground
Dandy dollars, pinstripe pounds
Brexit baubles all around
Rubles buy you half a crown

If you’re through with Western liberal values
Why don’t you do the monist’s split
Putin on the Fritz
Def’rence hypes and elitist tropes
Established thugs turn under their coats
Take the piss
Putin on the Fritz

Messed up like a crypto-fascist loofah
Chorus scraping like the Oompa Loompa
Up yer jumper

Come with tricks where Uri Gellers
Bend spoon-fed heads and ponzi sellers
Pick n mix
Putin on the Fritz

Blessed with flocks in gaslit-greedy stupor
Cheering fear like proper little troopers
Pooper scoopers

If you mourn for total arian norms
History shows a choice of apt uniforms
Left-right kicks
Putin on the Fritz
Had enough of basic human rights
Up for reinforcing might is right
Mao say quick
Putin on the Fritz