The Cons are done

The Tories are imploding
The con is really showing

Your spin has spun
You’ve come undone

The Tories are in turmoil
See their party mind boil

The time has come
You’re overdone

The Con men are exploding
With outbursts of unloading

Your Treasured One
Can’t do his sums

The spectacle they’re making
Is self-perpetuating

You’ve had your fun
Your time is done

For six long years you faked it
And now we see you naked

You should be gone
So just do one

See Chancer Osborne

See Silly Slinky gun for the Town
Upstairs and downstairs in a double down
Tapping all the poorest to multiply his guck
Are all the People fast asleep, I can’t believe my luck!

See Chancer Osborne drum for the crown
Upstairs and downstairs, eyes floating round
Crapping on the country to justify his sums
Are the People off their heads, or I the only one?

See Nil O’Thinky get taken down
Upstairs and downstairs unveil the clown
Nipping at his cocksure, calling out his scam
Stage an intervention on the Con man’s plan

See Frilly Trinket starting to squirm
Upstairs and downstairs catching the worm
Tapping at the mindset that motivates his lot
How are you still the Government, it’s past gone o’clock? 😉

It cannot last

Surreal
the farce
that comes to pass
for brains that feel
with mindful hearts.
‘Tis art that steals
the lesser part
and seals the better
from surpass.
Do not trespass
with high ideals;
don’t think with rigour;
check your feels.
Don’t laugh,
don’t shout;
don’t even ask
but do not doubt:
it cannot last.

the Day of the Woman

Extract from ‘A Prophecy of the Kingdom of the Soul, mystically called the Day of the Woman’

And now I show you a mystery…

The word which shall come to save the world shall be uttered by a woman.

So that women shall no more lament for their womanhood
but men shall rather say: “O that we had been born women!”

There shall nothing new be told
but that which is ancient shall be interpreted.

Hers is the light of the heavens
and the brightest of the planets of the holy seven.

She is the fourth dimension;
the eyes which enlighten;
the power which draweth inward to God.

And she who is alone
shall bring forth more children to God
than she who hath a husband.

And her kingdom cometh; the day of the exaltation of woman.
There shall be no more reproach…

All things are thine, O Mother of God
All things are thine, O Thou who risest from the sea.
And Thou shalt have dominion over all the worlds.

 

Anna (Bonus) Kingsford, Clothed with the Sun

Boris, IDS and Gove

Behold the bellicose outflow
Of phisher wisp politicos

Boris, IDS and Gove
Gish and Guess and Adipose
With grandiose portfolios
Tomorrow’s whiff, today compose

Rebranders of the status quo
Twisting in their pantyhose
[More prick than patriotic rose]
Insisting what they must suppose
In polyphonic piffled prose
To show how much they cannot know

Vote Clump

Vote Clump.
In the room with the stuffed elephant,
Pin the tail on the wonky donkey.

Vote Clinton
Vote Trump

Free lunch and free passes
To narcissist arses
Her claim
His catharsis

Both lead to disaster
Just same pace or faster

World brace as the States
Choose which end of the clump
Will deliver their Rapture
And capture the sucker punch.

Cognition disabled

Between want and its think,
does the intellect shrink
to reject all conditions
that challenge position
as feeling meets static
in willing fanatics,
attracted to zealotry,
simple and tacit.

Cognition disabled,
crude labels get fabled
in finely tuned riffs,
adding pith to the myths
that enable the risibly
cheap narratives

as if actual factuals
didn’t exist;
as if truth got its proof
by the gift of low wish
and the gallop of Gish

until, hook, line and sinker
the sheep become fish

Not News

Each day, the same:
News that tweaks before it checks;
Assumes, skims over, grooms, neglects –
Like all good servants, un-sees, covers, cleans, forgets.

What day is it? What year, this week
But yesterday’s rehashed receipt?

Wash; condition; rinse; repeat;
Reset the gloss, that it may speak as scrutiny it did not seek
‘Til time and topic loyally meet to mete the minuted worksheet
And mock the poor pips as they squeak.

Which way is up? What’s going down
Behind the clowns who spin in rounds
Stale bread and circus tedium of stenographic medium?

Priority: free access to monotony of Overton variety
In twenty-four-seven society, quieted so quietly;
Cuckolded, entirely.

It is David Cameron who doesn’t believe in Britain.

All David Cameron has done for the last five and half years is to repeat a pathetically predictable pattern. He goes round and round. First he neglects, dismantles, underfunds or outsources something with a crass policy. When it becomes sufficiently untenable that even the Media can’t avoid it, he makes a statement which includes the words lessons and learning. Then he announces a solution that he already promised anyway but, curiously, as of the moment, has failed to deliver on or he spins another, hasty, ill-conceived policy that may or may not match his over-simplistic rhetoric. Simultaneously, he snipes cheaply at his opposition in order to deflect attention from his own dreadful record. This is mostly directed at Labour (who often deserve a swipe, if not for the reasons Dave selects) but also at any charity or other professional organisation daring to question him, especially the BBC, when it does rouse itself to criticise. How many times have you read, later, about some expert and/or common sense advice that the Con administration has deliberately disregarded?

It’s as though Dave doesn’t know about that thing called Memory; neither his nor ours. How else could he have such outrageous chutzpah? It’s more than bold brass neck, though, isn’t it? He is afraid of honesty and accountability because he’s afraid of our capacity to imagine better. He doesn’t trust us because, politically, he can’t afford to.

He accuses Corbyn of not believing in Britain – most recently, simply because he questioned the government’s housing policies. But never mind Corbyn: it is David Cameron who doesn’t believe in Britain. From selling, to destroying, to abandoning aspects and parts of her, he seems quite anxious to do down or be quickly rid of most of its finest treasures. So much for his ‘British values’.

More than this, though, the Prime Minister specifically does not believe in the people of Britain. In fact, he doesn’t appear to even like us. From work ethic and skills, to parenting, to civic protest, he’s constantly putting people down, harassing them back up and then tripping them over with crude and unnecessary obstacles. He makes the vulnerable more vulnerable by singling out the wrong demographics as moral and economic scapegoats while defending those whose lack of financial and moral ethics do not deserve nor warrant his protection.

Defining the shortcomings of a few as the whole scale failing and ownership of entire socio-economic groups, he sermonises and nannies with puddle-depth understanding. Thus we get the suggestion that all bad parents are poor and all poor people are bad parents. Thus we get that only good people are capable of wanting a better life and that only by their aspiration and hard work, do they climb the ladder and become good. Thus we get the attitude that dissent from Dave’s ridiculous and unsustainable worldview makes you a threat to cohesion and progress. Defining the qualities of those whose success is derived from exploitation, nepotism and an established fortune of status as exemplars of good citizenry, he praises for their ‘wealth creation’ and gives unparalleled access to real opportunity. Thus we get the suggestion that genuine socio-economic problems are the fault of a certain class of person and that class is a criteria for respect. Thus we get that choice is in the power of the individual and that power and money make the choices. Thus we get that the most privileged are to be excused their failings and that bad leadership is not at all related to integrity.

David Cameron treats us like fools because that’s what he needs to believe we are. He patronises us because he believes in patronage. He insults our intelligence because he doesn’t have enough, himself, to respect it. He views those who cannot function independently of the state – most of us, by degree – as socio-economic burdens. Worse, the most vulnerable, he has actually either forced, ironically, into absolute dependence upon his ministers’ arbitrary good will or he has cut them loose to sink or swim.

Our Prime Minister doesn’t believe in Britain because he doesn’t believe in most of her people. To maintain the prevailing narrative, he needs us to fall into line or be removed. Well, we, the People: we are Britain. We are the manifest soul of the land. He shows an outright contempt for both and that, funnily enough, is all I have left for him.