Papasaurus

Dinosaurs did not fall off
When Earth stopped being flat
As Papa built a modern model
Taking care of that

With pockets full of fogeys and
A briefcase packed with bogeymen
He scaffolded an abstract shelf
From which to make pretend

He ironed out the irksome bits
Where people creased his politics
And starched the floppy profiteers
‘Til stiff for TINA’s private bits

He dressed himself progressive
And he groomed himself designed
To make his platitudes and actions
Seem ahead of evidence and time

He said we’re doing all we can
To mitigate the state that drifts
Into potential evolution
With some minds that do not shift

His groupthink roamed the thinning crust
Insisting this and that on trust
As creatures due extinction do
Deny their own entropic thrust

What works is not what works, he said
What doesn’t work is under threat
What works is not what works, he said
My order lives though it be dead

G7 Summit

G-7 leaders love to hang
Well, really G-8 but minus that man
(Coz you gotta know your place
In the global gang)

They “think ahead
And they “act together”
As they kick those cans (laces out)
Hell for leather

Fine-dining as they whine
Back-patting as they plan
Keep the good world tethered
At the whim of the Man

So they trifle with truffles
And scheme on the scuffles
And muffle the screams
With the crony machine
That gifts them the vanity
To muzzle the dreams of a higher Humanity

And then they relax after nods and congrats
For keeping the planet on its rickety tracks
By greasing the wheel just to break more backs
And, thinking it could all look a whole lot worse
Will smile for the group shot and then disperse.

Offence

Offence: a fuel
perpetual

mistaken
easy taken
freely sent

personalised
tribalised
trivialised
nationalised
lionised
‘spiritualised’

cathartic vent

weaponised
decentralised
mobilised

hell-bent

corporatised
and globalised

expense

Win-win

Win-win depends on memory loss and
Popping that annoying, silly conscience
In a separate box. A back-scratch here;
A blackmail there; a hefty nudge corrective
And it’s good-to-go and woe-betide the
Upstart who won’t budge, for he will be
Selected as the fodder of complicity

Or maybe only seeming be

Defiance is an outward-bound publicity
To cover for duplicity when just obscene,
Behind the screen, a mutable compliance
Is the golden key to corporate prosperity,
For, lift the veil a level higher; there, the
Festival of liars seldom really disagrees
By need of mutual reliance for their
Profiteering power to succeed. Who has
The land, the water, herds and crops and
Energy is not the same as owns and takes;
That fakes the money and divides the honey
With the same ‘ole, shameless trickery –
But in the busy sphere of technocrats an
Enemy is only necessary inasmuch as it
Distracts.