Empath

 

 

Empath

 

I know a mystic empath, self-proclaimed,

Who daily posts sickly memes on Facebook;

Fanciful narcissists are named and shamed,

For all bad decisions and paths mistook.

He further claims to commune with the dead,

For whom he’s perpetually grieving;

Relatives and friends, comfort him in bed;

Closer, now ghosts, than when they were breathing.

He doesn’t cling to fake friends anymore,

Ex-lovers no longer injure his pride;

He’s stronger these days than ever before,

His doubters, he ruthlessly casts aside,

For likeminded empaths, self-deluded,

Eager to please and to be included.

Come on over to my place

 

Come on over to my place

 

Jacob, Dom and Pritti,

I see you are Tory blue,

Everybody’s staying home

But that don’t apply to you

 

Come on over to my place

Hey Gove, we’re having a party

Sajid, Nadine, Kwasi, George, Ben

And Rishi, come on over tonight

 

Now you all know the address,

Where our do will be,

I spoke to the policeman standing outside,

He said, that’s alright by me

 

Come on over to my place,

Hey Liz, we’re having a party

Simon, Alok, Oliver, Grant,

And Brandon, come on over tonight

 

I know you’re tired of COVID,

Let’s have some cheese and wine,

As for the people I’ve been deceiving,

They’re no friends of mine

 

Oh David baby,

Come on over to my place,

Hey Nat, we’re having a party,

Anne-Marie, Kit, Nigel, Michelle

And Simon, come on over tonight

 

Blub blub blub

Come on over to my place,

All my Conservative party,

Will be swigging, munching and sniffing,

Allegra won’t you come over tonight

 

Blub blub blub

Come on over to my place,

We’re blue; we’re having a party,

We’ll be grinning, and next year be spinning,

All our voters are in lockdown tonight

 

Blub blub blub.

Irrelevance

 

Irrelevance

 

A failure artist limp-wristed

Decidedly bitter and twisted

Used oratory skills

To top all the bills

And countless admirers enlisted

Luck Of The Draw

 

Luck Of The Draw

 

Rittenhouse killed vigilante-style,

Went to a protest, shot a pair dead,

Made many a proud Republican smile.

 

They led him away, put him on trial,

Right-wingers snarled and bleeding hearts bled;

Rittenhouse killed vigilante-style.

 

Judge Schroeder smearing the victims of Kyle,

(They’re “Arsonists”, “Looters”; not “Victims”, he said),

Made many a proud Republican smile.

 

Both the deceased thus deemed to be vile;

Crocodile tears stood Kyle in good stead.

Rittenhouse killed vigilante-style.

 

The jury retired and after a while

Returned, and the verdict: “Not guilty”, thrice read,

Made many a proud Republican smile.

 

Schroder acquitted the juvenile;

Gave future young-guns a full steam ahead.

Rittenhouse killed vigilante-style;

Made many a proud Republican smile.

 

COP 26

 

COP 26

 

Politicians

Have their say

On climate change

Then fly away

In jet planes

Over land

And sea

And consensus

Seems to be

CO2

Will kill us all

Gas emissions

Need to fall

Solar heating’s

Best by far

I should drive

An electric car

Use more trains

Busses bikes

Give up flying

Go on hikes

Plastic is a big

NO NO

Vegan is

The way to go

Light bulbs

Either need

To be

CFL or LED

Only use recyclables

Don’t spray crops

With chemicals

 

World leaders

Lay down plans

Diplomatically

Shake hands

China and the USA

Put their

Differences away

Congo kids

In toxic mines

Work behind

The grand designs

Choke on fumes

At six years old

Slave away

For Cobalt sold

To mass-production

Factories

Where

Eco cars

And gadgetries

Made as

Cheaply as

Can be

Are shipped

And sold

To you and me

 

Glasgow

COP 26

Seemed to me

To be a fix

Solar heating’s

Well and good

The poor would

Buy it

If they could

Alas the price

Is way too high

They’d have

To work

Until they die

Nor will they

Afford the fare

They won’t have

The cash to spare

For busses trains

And as for cars

Unless you open

Mines on Mars

With robots

Mining cobalt there

And no kids

Working anywhere

And each and

Every billionaire

On planet Earth

Decides to share

In such a way

Folk everywhere

Can eat and drink

And breathe

Clean air

It surely is

As someone said

One more minute

Till we’re dead

Affluence

Is worthless now

Fat cats need

To take a bow

 

 

Bezos

 

Bezos

As William Shatner prepares to go

Presumably boldly, up into space,

The temperature drops the freezing winds blow

And the down and out get kicked in the face.

As Sir Philip Green sets sail on his yacht,

To somewhere exotic, out on the Med,

Retirement age workers look to the pot,

And find not enough to be warm and fed.

As the Queen gets near her ninety sixth year,

And seventy of those years on the throne,

Destitute people are living in fear

Of drowning in debt and dying alone.

As billionaires purchase tropical isles,

Guarded by gunships and barbed wire fences,

Uneaten fresh food is mounting in piles,

MPs dodge taxes and claim expenses.

As here in the UK the NHS,

For want of more staff, gets worse every day,

The US, it seems, is more of a mess;

No cancer treatment for those who can’t pay.

As I eat dinner, I see on TV,

A woman beaten in Afghanistan,

An asylum seeker, stranded at sea,

An African child with a year life-span.

As people say things could always be worse,

I'm pondering women, children and men,

Comparing my life to those in each verse;

Each line written in syllables of ten….

….Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE!

Bezos’s ship flew; five billion was spent:

A drop in the pond, when all’s said and done;

That paltry sum made not even a dent!

As Amazon workers shat in nappies

And pissed in bottles whilst up against time,

Bezos’s crew of four happy chappies,

Toasted the founder of Amazon Prime.

Or so I imagine; why would they not?

William Shatner seemed happy for sure,

Though it wasn’t space, not by a long shot,

No man of his age has gone there before.

 

 

Erasing his hand

 

Erasing his hand

 

A friend of a friend, on Facebook posted:

“A man who hits women is not a real man;

Share if you agree”, the poster boasted;

It reminded me of when his wife ran

Out through the front door, where I was waiting:

I stood in between them, shielding the blows,

Which ceased, as he stood there hesitating,

Though why he desisted, God only knows;

I being no match for him in a fight;

(We’d had our own battle sometime before),

However, they ceased, and after that night,

She turned him out, I saw him no more,

And now, he's on Facebook, making a stand,

Like a real man, never raising his hand.