Category Archives: Dumbing Down

Rude Words

Rude words are concerned with bodily functions and parts and God’s name, the things we’re not to meant to say, why not?

It’s more or less all we’ve got.

Under your clothes you are completely naked, nude.

Is that rude?

Rude means common, what’s wrong with that, so is air.

Thank God it’s not rare.

Its there.

So we live and also why.

Maybe you’ll get sense before you die.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

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Revolt

The revolt of the young against the old is an old story retold.

You are and were wrong is their never ending song.

We will change things before we’re old like you, die soon, good riddance too.

Students are revolting, is that a joke, sorry I spoke.

If I don’t like what you say shut up, you dictator you, I can be a dictator too.

How dare you say I am like you?

The worst of it is it is true.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2017

Gentle

Be gentle with the paranoid, they become quite easily annoyed.

Do not expect reasonability, that’s not in their sensibility.

The paranoid are mad, that’s true but sad.

They mistrust you and your actions, they form themselves into factions.

They are not sane, causing death and pain.

They can be extreme, hear the news, see what I mean.

Tit for tat, that’s that.

They are sure they’re right, so they fight.

With all their might.

They want to be king in control of everything.

Me? I sing.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2017

Am I Wrong?

Is everything alright, is this the way you want things to be?

I don’t mean this verse, the universe and you and me.

Do you see?

If you think so, I’ll go.

I could be crazy or just lazy.

I want to clear up the mess but not if you like things as they are, I confess.

I see myself as the universal dustman, clearing up rubbish, righting wrongs, singing songs.

A garbage disposal operative you might say I am.

I am the little boy with his finger in the dam.

Tich Ennis

6th July, 2017

Deodorant

Do you use deodorant? No sweat.

What’s this, another stinking ad I’ll bet.

Because you’re worth it die in a dung heap.

Hopefully while you’re asleep.

Is it vulgar, is it rude to mention unmentionables, is it crude?

Is your name Ermintrude?

Why is a Latin name of a body part alright but not to say fart?

The scent of roses poets talk about, they don’t say smell.

It seems to me the same thing, oh well.

If you had a bath or shower you would not stink.

That’s what I think.

Tich Ennis

17th June, 2017

Jeremy Corbyn

Perhaps the only thing wrong with Jeremy Corbyn is that his economics are barmy.

He and his barmy army.

Strange how leftwingers depend on capitalism, like loans from Goldman Sachs.

Watch your backs.

You can’t live on credit, ask the Greeks.

Austerity in how many weeks?

The lesser of two evils is not much choice.

The time is not yet here to say rejoice.

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017

Spring

Must I write every blooming thing?

Should I recite the seasons, including Spring?

Porn is not my thing.

Porn treats people as things, are you a thing?

Porn of every type is everywhere, to children, of children, with children, its in the air.

Do you care?

People like heroin, would you put in your children’s stew?

Is giving people what they want the thing to do?

I ask you.

My meandery mind is not made up.

Often I am told, shut up.

I say nothing everyone doesn’t know.

I told you so.

The truth is everywhere ignored.

Why heroin, are you bored?

There are many drugs and addictions, of course.

Computer games, don’t get me started, back a horse.

The inventor of the iPad would not let his children have one, ask why?

Does a drug dealer feed his children fantasy, truth or lie?

Very clever people sell their soul.

To part you from your money, make you pay a toll.

For what? For rubbish, waste your time.

A little goes a long way, like wine.

Nothing is inherently good or bad, too much of a good thing makes you mad.

I am sad.

Doing things because others do them makes no sense.

Who says you have to? Get up off the fence.

Alright, someday I will be dead.

These things should not go unsaid.

It’s as clear as day to me, look at our horrible history.

Now is now and one day will be past.

In living memory Jews were gassed.

I do not care about the colour of your skin or creed, I take no side.

Has truth nowhere to hide?

Look inside.

Pretend you don’t understand, what do you want to happen in your land?

How about old fashioned love and peace?

They had more sense in ancient Greece.

This is not my last poem, I guarantee.

You will hear more from me.

When do people die, when they are fed up?

I’m not dead yet, I will not shut up.

Drink the loving cup.

Its all so bloody obvious, I don’t want to curse.

Are you afraid of something worse?

Things are bad enough, too bad, the way they are.

Truth is my guiding star.

If I do not shut up why do you?

If you prefer it, do it, be true.

I am like you.

I’m just another you.

Trying to be true.

That will do.

For me and you.

Now I have a coffee to drink and a cigarette to smoke.

Perhaps I’ll ring a friend and tell a joke.

I’m not sorry I spoke.

I’ll leave it at that, I can’t go on forever.

When will the truth be, never?

I won’t say hardly ever.

That’s it, I’m tired.

I have not expired.

Old, but not retired.

End, begin. Win.

I really can’t go on.

Sometimes I go on too long.

So long.

Au revoir, before you say get out.

I prefer a whisper to a shout.

Leave me out.

I am driven nearly mad by life but not quite.

Before I die I hope to see things right.

Goodnight.

Yes, I do mean what I say.

Good day.

No one thinks anyone means what they say.

How on Earth can you talk to people then?

Am I alone among men?

I know I do have followers, some few.

Thank you.

Followers on my blog I mean.

As a boy I ate ice cream.

I still do on rare occasions when Summer shows its head.

I’m not dead.

As I seem to go on and never stop I now, for now, shut up shop.

I look forward to Spring.

Do your thing.

Tich Ennis

15th June, 2017