Day: May 13, 2017

Socialism banjaxed

The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.
I was  a fool to  move the old knife rack;
All I  do is  make hot toast and text

I moved the rack, my fantasy was wrecked.
In hygiene, seems I show indecent lack!
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

Only within maths was I correct.
I seem to live in  fantasy, not fact
For what l I  do is make hot toast and text.

Now my actions  must become direct
I ‘ll approach the greasy crumbs with tact
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

My health and reputation showed their cracks
I see now it is action that I lacked
For all I  live on is hot toast, quite black

Over the Formica, I put lots
Of powdered soap then hit it with an axe.
The kitchen looked as bright as Labour wrecked.
For all we have is Socialism  banjaxed.

Pieces of my mind

My concentration now exists in many parts.
It’s like  piece of glass dropped on the ground
The mobile phone and laptop make eyes dart

I  long to keep my soul and body calm
Yet pieces of my mind I’ve never  found
My concentration now exists in curious parts.

Like fish who dither when they see a shark
How pitiful they have no way to shout
The mobile phone and laptop make mind dart

What kind of steps will give me a  new start?
I confess to having  more than many doubts
Infinite in its cold is my  lost heart

Net addicts, anonymous and tart,
Have a party inside me or out.
Do you think a cat would do less harm?

Let us map the intellect by charts.
The mind has slipped and has become a tart.
The focus now, post-modern,  fragments sight.
The mobile sounds and   empty laps wield  fright

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The Empire is corrupt and so it dies

The barbarian is here, just see his eyes
His lack of dignity  and long, long ties
The Empire is corrupt and so it dies

They may bomb   Korea and deny
That errors had been made by their own spies
The barbarian is here, open your eyes

He never listens though he does reply
“I and Thou ”  is a conception wry
The Empire is corrupt and so it dies

He’s not alone,he has his sleek allies.
Yet no-one is his equal or defies.
The barbarian is here,  don’t meet his eyes

The  need for trophy wife, one more to buy
Beauty is a construct for the guys
The Empire is corrupt and so it dies.

The way ahead imagined, we deride.
The children  laugh, yet see the adults  lie
The barbarian is here, follow his eyes
The Empire is corrupt and so unwise.