On Corruption

Yes

We should all

Go out

And vote

But really,

What’s the point?

When those in power

The depths

Do scour

And criminals

Forever appoint

Landslides

Waking up

This morning

To his

Promises

Of change

Yet unable

To shake

The feeling

That he’ll

Fuck it up

Again

The Rabble-Rouser

We want to thank you

For all you do

When you stand up

For what is right

When we hear you speak

And give your critique

We can feel

Our passion ignite

Stop Killing Children

The world is now

In disrepair

Our humanity

In tatters

Yet all you can say

Is “how dare they”

Like being right

Is all that matters

Not Everything Is For Sale

How much would it cost

He said

For everything combined

You might pay me for my body

She said

But you could never buy my mind


Money Talks

Don’t just fucking humour me

She said

Listen to what I’m saying

But my job is to indulge you

He said

Isn’t that why you’re paying?

(Originally Posted 02.02.2021)

Strike

Not even twelve hours

Between night shifts

I don’t get paid

Enough for this shit


Running On Empty

I am so tired

I want to go home

To sit in the quiet

All on my own

For I’ve had enough

Of this battle of wills

I just need some silence

To cure my ills

(Originally Posted 12.01.2021)

Gun Laws

It may well be known

As the land of the free

But that’s not always how

It looks to me


Clarity

In the time it took

To load the gun

He realised how

His demons had won

(Originally Posted 13.12.2020)

Screwed

If we’d had a plan

When all this began

Perhaps we could both advance

But as things are

We’ve gone too far

And now none of us

Stand a chance


Obvious

At a
different
time

In a
different
place

The
answer
would
stare
us

Right
in the
face

(Originally Posted 30.11.2019)

“The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name”

If anything was found

To be written down

They’d hang us both the same

So we must stay indoors

Until the laws

That seek to divide us are changed


Significant Others

Why oh
why can’t
you write
such
poetry
for me?

For our
love is
forbidden
and so
could
never be!

(Originally Posted 23.11.2019)

Same The World Over

Conversation should be encouraged

As healthy discourse can be great

But when you’re asked to provide

Basic human rights

It should never be a debate


Impasse

How
can
we
ever
put
things
right?

When
you
won’t
accept
you’re
wrong?

(Originally Posted 23.11.2019)

Uneven Playing Fields

The older I get

And the more I see

I realise

Our biggest lie

Is meritocracy


Light Years Away

If
we
are
all
supposed
to be
stars

Why
do
some
shine
brighter
than
others?

(Originally Posted 16.11.2020)

Little Women

I think you’ll find

We’re in charge now

We say when

We say how

No longer will we be

All small and meek

We will approach you

If it’s sex

We seek


Too Late

You
only
want
me
now

Because
he
says
he
does

Well
you
had
your
chance

But
you
rebuffed
my
advance

So go
jump
in front
of a
bus

(Originally Posted 17.09.2020)

Through The Back Door

Written back in twenty twenty

When the threat of Covid loomed large

Who knew that then

Boris was in Number 10

Knee deep in a fucking farce


‘Better Alone Than In Company’

After
84
days
of
solitude

We’ve
finally
broken
the
bubble

Yet
who
could
have
known

That
in
just
one
minute

We’d
get
into
this
much
trouble

(Originally Posted 21.06.2020)

Random #211

“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”

– Audre Lorde

The Protestant Work Ethic

All I am

Is hollow inside

What I once had is gone

You’ve bled me dry

Time after time

So now we’re officially done


‘I Have Nothing’

Whatever it is you expect,
I do not have it to give.

As

Whatever it is you want,
I lost it long ago.

(Originally Posted 12.05.2019)

Random #182

“We are going to emancipate ourselves from mental slavery because whilst others might free the body, none but ourselves can free the mind.”

Random #109

“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”

– Friedrich Engels

Limbo Affects Lives (1pm)

Let us out

Or lock us in

It doesn’t matter

You’ll never win

For some won’t be told

What to do

You can talk and talk

‘Til your face is blue

But what would help

Is to make a decision

Perhaps then a plan

Would meet less derision

For every day you’re spending

Pissing about like a prick

Lives are needlessly ending

And some don’t give a shit

So come on Boris

Give the public what they want

Just do the job we all pay you for

You fucking fumbling cunt

‘Meat Is Murder’

Well I hope you’ve enjoyed

Your murdered bird

I can’t think of anything

More absurd

Than to eat your friends

On Christmas Day

Proclaiming such abuse

As the Christian way

There’s Only One Side

How
much
longer

Must
we
wait

To
put
an
end

To
this
debate

Surely
any
human
being
can see

A
racist,
corrupt,
misogynistic
cunt

Never
should a
President
be

Across The Pond

Get
off
your
arse
and
vote

And
do it
right
this
time
please

Your
country
has,
for
too
long,

Been
on
its
fucking
knees

One Way Ticket

What
will
it
cost

To
see
you
off

And
for
you
never

To
return

Whatever
it is

I’ll
take
that
hit

For
a life

Without
concern

Tory Voters

You may well clap

And call out a cheer

But what have you done

For the rest of the year?

Hearing you support us tonight

Really made me shiver

It’s just so galling that before now

You’ve sold the NHS down the river

Independence

Looking
into the
void

Lives
destroyed

But we
will never
give in

Minds
annoyed

Hearts
unemployed

Yet hopeful
we can
still win

Mixed Race

I did
everything
I could
to fit in

But yet
I was
still an
outcast

Neither
side
understood
me

The gulf
between
the two
too vast

Capitalist Bullshit

Happiness
doesn’t
come for
free

For that
you need
to have
money

Why should
you expect
anything
more

If you are
living
amongst
the poor

Every Friday Is Black

Fuck off
with your
‘One Day Only’
deals

The endless
emails and
pathetic
sales spiels

Think about
those already
in over
their head

And go hawk
your wares
somewhere
else instead

On This Street

One woman cries at the kitchen sink

One man pours himself another drink

One woman sits in her bedroom binge eating

One man gives another a beating

One man rocks himself to sleep

One woman prays the lord her soul to keep

One man paces going quietly mad

One woman realises she’s been had

One man cries for the loss of his wife

One woman downs pills to end her life

They all know, deep down, their lives are shit

But, on this street, they are powerless to change it

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