The Ug of the Smug

Who cares about legality –
It’s black and white, if we like,
As and when it feels right –
And Mammon loves solutions
With a sense of finality
Coz principles are pricey
And equivocation suits us nicely
As does your stuff
And you’re not competitive enough

You cannot be electable
If you are not susceptible
To neocon depravity and popular banalities
Coz our way is the highway
And you’re just a formality
What has economics got to do with morality?
There you go again
With your troublesome causalities
Oh, my bleeding heart
Don’t start about Humanity
The planet is too small
For your lefty, needy rights an’ all

You mustn’t win
Just us! Just us!
You can’t come in
Oi! Who the hell taught you to swim?
Well, sell your soul
Get a loan
Buy an aspiration phone
Be a good serf
Know your worth
Or find a ladder of your own
But leave the All Right Jacks alone

What’s ours is ours
And so is yours
That’s why we help you fight our wars
And you oblige so well with yours…


Though pigs might fly

For, though pigs might fly,
Don’t throw
Pearls before swine.
Heads up, Dave:
When you’re dining
With peers at Piers’ trough,
In a pig’s eye or pig’s ear
Initiate stuff,
Then expect the subject
To spawn endless renditions
Of pork-laden jokes
At your porn star audition.
Think on as your Cons
Try to not dignify
With more oral unzipping
For, real or a lie,
This sensational note,
Is bespoke of a libertine,
Feudal condition,
The leadership specs you invoke
As a pig in a poke
Of a Prime Politician.

[Prime Ministerial material? – No, because you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.]

You say it’s the pull

You say it’s the pull
Of our success and all
As you beat your chests
Over our worth.

But you Lords of Misrule
Have abused every tool
Just to serve yourselves
Bigger and first.

Paranoia obsessed
Dealing death and distress
You now hope will just
Simply reverse.

You proclaim that you care
But try hard not to share
Wringing greasy hands
While it gets worse.

How intolerable
To suggest that we’re full
And treat humankind
Like it’s a curse –

You too easy forget
All the push you beget
As you help to create
Hell on Earth.


Who makes capital
Of national collateral
With battle cries
And old boys’ toys
Of odious slack
And moral debt,
Applies fiduciary snide
Astride our backs –
Our children, next
And, yet,
Says Corbyn’s Labour
Is a threat.

[‘The Labour Party is now a threat to our national security, our economic security and your family’s security.’ ~ David Cameron, September 13th, 2015]

The day the narrative changed

I’m so pleased, today. I feel like I’m absorbing the collective surge of enormous hope and expectation. It is a new day. It feels like a miracle has occurred but, really, this shift has been dawning for a long, long time. Not everyone wakes up together, of course but the election of Jeremy Corbyn, as the leader of the Opposition, heralds a discernible quickening.

Will Mr Corbyn have the personal and political capacity and resources for the momentous tasks ahead? Will his Party’s dejecteds add yet another front for him to fight? Will the media focus on the least relevant details of every political debate and gratuitously undermine his person? Will journalicians serve public interest and present his narratives on the substances of his arguments or will they just filter for their confirmation bias, irrespective of merit or fault? Aside from the first, I fear that I already know the answers.

It has always made me angry that Jeremy Corbyn was the only one to put himself forward because of what it revealed about the narrowness of the Parliamentary Party Mind. How the Party and Establishment machines would dwarf him; how he would be painted as extreme, deluded and regressive. It worries me, too, that so much ardent and desperate expectation is invested in him; that he is hoist on a saviour’s pedestal and may be pulled down by the disappointment and impatience of blind worship as readily as by his multitudinous opponents. The battles ahead are numerous and will be vicious. I don’t want to see the one man to stand for socio-economic decency and integrity made a scapegoat of fearful ignorance and I don’t want all the opportunities that his new status affords all of us to be thrown away, fighting distractions.

These fears abide. But today? Today I see the tide turn. Today, I anticipate breakthrough and shifts in consciousness. I see a humanitarian public platform officially recognised and legitimized. Today I see the narrative space created for social justice and practical wisdom, old and new. Today is for excitement and Hope.

Fie Foe!

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
We smell the dread of Establishment
Be it cold and be it sick
We’ll change its blood and break its fix.

Out came the Corbyn

Incy Wincy Lefties
Climbed up the spout
Out came the Blairites
And coshed the Lefties out
Out came the Corbyn
Who tied up all the same
And Incy Wincy Lefties
Climbed the spout again 😉

Labour is United

Labour is united
Despite how much it’s fighting
And says it shares
The same true cares.
So all the double-glazing
I’m watching is amazing,
From sycophants
To fire-worn pants.
At one end, pseudo Tories
The other: Corbynory –
A jumble sale
And broad church fail.
With hubris and projection,
So little self-reflection –
Pert ideologues
In whiny mobs.
The confirmation bias
On which so much relieth –
So stark the split
In consciousness.
But when the leader cometh
They say they must be done with
The value slights
And reunite…