12th June, 2018
12th June, 2018
The news is like Chinese water torture, drip drip of lies murder and slaughter.
Tears from a daughter.
War of words of misery.
I’ll have a cup of tea.
26th March, 2018
Being anti-foreigner gets you votes.
We want foreigners by the throats.
That cuts both ways.
We approach the end of days.
20th March, 2018
Blow up the world and win the war, is that what war is for?
Or kill people to change their point of view, would that work on you?
Angry voices blow hot and cold, I am old.
I’ve heard it all before, I don’t want more.
Who am I to say killers go away?
Enjoy a sunny day.
Why have you forgotten how to smile?
Your efforts are not worthwhile.
No one likes the world you create or people filled with hate.
If we don’t love you we are wrong.
Why can’t we get along?
Live and let live is my song.
Your philosophy stinks.
I say what everybody thinks.
20th December, 2017
If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.
That’s not me.
Or rather, don’t.
Because you won’t.
It wouldn’t suit you.
So they shoot you.
The opposite point of view.
How like you.
I am on both sides and all sides at once.
Call me a dunce.
Maybe no side at all.
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.
One day I may make it clear.
When I have your ear.
What you already know.
I told you so.
Should I spell it out?
Say get the Hell out?
You’re good at that, damn good I say.
I’ll try another way.
One day you may have enough of acting tough.
Run out of lies and alibis.
When that day comes I’m here.
Join me in a beer.
2nd December, 2017
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.
12th November, 2017
Long on diagnosis, short on cure.
I listen and I hear, must I endure?
Alright, I’m old and easily bored.
Have I missed the point through inattentiveness, metaphorically I snored.
Is this what gives academicism a bad name, gentlemanly, polite, you know the game.
Long live civilisation whatever that may be.
What’s the answer to genocide, a cup of tea?
Your answer, BBC.
27th September, 2017