Shut up about the bloody deficit!

Shut up about the bloody deficit!
For crying out loud!
It’s a heap of crap
A schtick
A neoliberal trap
A stick with which to beat the crowd.
Live within our means?
Who? Me or you?
The outright shitty nerve of it!
I’m trying to
But your means are obscene,
Distorted -
Based on false hypotheses.
You make me sick with
Your false consciousness.
Stop shagging TINA -
Change the fucking narrative.
The deficit concerning me
Is your lack of integrity.
Stop being stupid wankers:
Use the central bankers properly.

Oh, Patrony!

Oh, Patrony!
What is my market value -
My commercial worth?
Am I a cost-effective?
What say you, mein dear electeds?

Do I serve a purpose
You can use?
Can I choose?

Is there any point in having character,
Ambition; even dreams?
Oh, my patricians!
Should I exercise contrition?

Do you advise I lose the attitude,
Replace it with some gratitude
And learn to scream my misery
Into a thick, dark silence?

Pay enough and maybe I will try…

Are you buying me
For just my time?
Is that my only USP?
Am I allowed to fulfil me
Or is my duty first
To those who thirst for punishments
By righteous indignation?
Should I make oblations
To the system you insist is working?
Would you have me twerk obedient
And be expedient stock?

Can’t I have a shot at more than
Muddled, puddle-deep criteria
Of top-down fuelled hysteria
That fixes me upon your chopping block?

Profit’s cosh

Roll up! Roll up!
A feudal gift!
Who’ll start the bid
Where value fits
The drudge
And cudgel never quits
The one pound fish
And nine to five
Disabled fabled
Hung to dry
The young ‘uns squandered
On old lies
From sanction knife
To food bank dish
Workfare, a lair
To bonded strife
On call to all
Or hours of zero calls, at all
The welfare falls
No space to thrive
Takes everything to just survive
Bish bosh!
The cosh of profit lives
Commodified to market wish
Who gives a fig
For equal shares
The serf-bound life
Is spice and grist
To Papa’s neoliberal pish

Pick your populist!

Ah,
Fair weather politics
Wants a quick fix
A shortcut
Slick trick
One it controls
But can’t predict
Well, how exciting!
Pick your populist!
Someone preening
Something neat and clever
Seeming
Hell for leather
How inviting!
Fight the drudge
With grudge and glamour
Spanner
In the mainstream sludge
Until it isn’t
Now each twisted ist and ism
Forms the prism
Of the schism bound
And plants its fiat flags
Upon a fragile centre ground.

Turnout

You can’t just say ‘Democracy don’t work’
When you won’t shift your lazy arse to vote.
You cannot say your vote don’t count
When you’re not part of the amount.
You can’t complain the system’s broke
When your complacent history
Built an apathy
That keeps small vested fires stoked
And knee-jerk causes birthing through the filthy smoke.

Democracy is choking on your bottleneck effect
And you can’t bring yourself to just show up
And mark your cross?
Not even to spoil your ballot?
And you wail ‘they’re all the same’
And wonder how to make them give a toss!

You’re having a laugh, aren’t you?
Whose loss are you cutting
With your childish game?
Do you seriously think
The democratic deficit will shrink
By your surrender?
Don’t you know Democracy decays
In no small part
By your abstention?
Can’t you see
The Powers That Be
Find profit in your hopelessness
And woeful inattention?

What?

Yeah, yeah,
You’re disillusioned,
Disappointed and disdainful -
Join the club!
Well, yes,
Of course it’s painful and uncertain
And the current crop is tedious grim
But how do silent pencils guarantee
The change you’d have rung in?
Because,
If you pretend you’re only small
And keep abstaining
Like it’s some dramatic protest
Or romantic cause,
The chances are the vesteds
Will select for you a future
That has no concern for your interests
At all.

Returning in dominoes

Overwhelm
Sees strained fear
Behind the eyes of haunted sleep
Coiled nerves in voices
Breaking crafted speech
To bated breath

Straddling reassurance
And dire warnings

Treading water

They are terrified
As they ought to be
For all they have wrought is returning
In dominoes

Firewalls burning

One unintended twitch
One desperate act
One unexpected gift of Nature
Down they go

The Globe
Refashioned flat