Richard the Turd

Richard the Turd

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Gathering voters with bigoted views

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

Despises unions decries worker’s rights

Proffers roast lamb to sheep with no clues

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Hatred division and fear he invites

From a safe distance igniting a fuse

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

Where we are born is the roll of a dice

Fortune or famine you don’t get to choose

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

Ambiguous tweets he craftily types

Equating free speech with racist abuse

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

His manifesto is blatant precise

“10,000” new prisons put to good use

Richard the turd hypocritical Tice

He’s a faux patriot not very nice

The Climes They Are a Changing

 The Climes they are a Changing

One summery, autumnal-like day,

Winter, briefly turned into spring,

And from six thousand miles away,

Swallow swoops hastily took wing,

As tulips prematurely flowered,

Daffodils, promptly disappeared,

Chiffchaffs, mating calls sang loud,

Bluebells in the woods appeared,

And I, observing with regret,

Mouthed woefully a quiet: “Not yet”.

The blossom on my apple tree

This year, was rarely visited by

A bumble or a honey bee;

And for what weather reason why:

From summer’s mid to Halloween,

I saw one wasp, or maybe two,

In all the four months in between;

Crane-flies (their prey), are very few,

Whilst spiders, big beyond recall,

Make hands and even plates seem small.

Is this then written for reasons

Pertaining to global warming?

Am I suggesting the seasons

Are giving human-kind a warning?

No: I was merely following

The path of the first lines that came

To mind; and here I am; waffling

About stuff; the which I’ve no claim

To any knowledge, worth mention,

When my original intention

Was a flowery piece, inclining

Toward clouds of silver lining,

In these undeniably strange

Times of turmoil and climate change.

The Last Piece

The Last Piece

The cosmos is a colossal jigsaw

Puzzle of celestial pieces, so vast

In number, that anyone keeping score;

Proceeding from one, to the very last

Zero, would require a library bigger

Than the British Museum, in order

To file the recorded final figure;

Equivalent to a number, broader

Than the broadest we could ever dream;

We being inhabitants of a lone

Micro-speck, residing in a great scheme,

Devised from beyond our awareness zone,

On the other side of the universe,

Which itself will eventually disperse,

As puzzle-solvers, impossibly skilled;

With infinite care, dismantle, rebuild.

The Witches of Reform

The Witches of Reform

Hopkins, Widdecombe, and Brewer,

Bigot, turd and pure manure,

Stuff air-heads with stories fake,

Monsters into heroes make,

Sing the praises of a frog:

(Donald’s fawning, faithful, dog),

Make the cause of woke a thing,

Treacherous and far left-wing;

Stir/alarm, with right-wing babble;

Fire the wrath of Tommy’s rabble.

Hopkins, Widdecombe, and Brewer,

Vile rodents of a sewer:

Boiled baboon brains; charmless crud;

Boys bewitched, bawl, bay for blood.

One Man Air Band

One Man Air Band

I’m a one man air band entertainer

I make walls shake vibrate with bass

I’m an amplified note sustainer

My rhythm and lead guitar is ace

I play ghost synths with fingers thumbs

Bash banging beats pilled boppers dance

I’ve got air sticks mysterious drums

I specialise in techno trance

I’m a freestyle rapper a beatbox king

I sing falsetto baritone too

Windows shatter deaf eardrums ring

Trumpeters play jazz bitches’ brew

I form new sounds original scenes

Component notes industrialists roar

Convert to music in their machines

I’m a composer on the shop floor

The Kids Are Far Right

The Kids Are Far Right

Banned from watching BBC

Dad won’t pay the licence fee

GB News and Talk TV

Of bigots praises sing

Dramatize distort the news

Parrot prejudicial views

Parents finger point accuse

The kids are far right wing

The kids are ultra-right wing

It’s murder in the park

Mummy’s little soldiers

Kill trans-girls for a lark

Elon’s transphobe musketeers

Venerate the king

In accordance with their fears

The kids are far right wing

Back in 1938

Goebbels propagated hate

Nazis in a frenzied state

Did their fascist thing

Joe you aint seen nothing yet

Now we’ve got the internet

Not to Farage’s regret

The kids are far right wing

The kids are ultra-right wing

Extremely highly strung

Some of them are OAPs

Yet still they’re very young

“I know I am I’m sure I am

I’m English” they all sing

Little England’s in a jam

The kids are far right wing

Now free speech is free no more

There’ll soon be a civil war

Orwell’s 1984

Today is happening

So say people QAnon fed

Citing books they’ve never read

Willingly and easily led

The kids are far right wing

The kids are ultra-right wing

White supremacists

Expressing their identity

With bottles bricks and fists

Smashing mosques assaulting cops

Petrol bombs they fling

How long till the penny drops?

The kids are far right wing

The kids are ultra-right wing

They can’t or will not see

Comparatives with nationalists

Of wartime history

The likes of Trump Farage le pen

Should make alarm bells ring

Racists on the march again

The kids are far right wing

The Beautiful People (At Patch)

The Beautiful People (At Patch)

Here’s to the beautiful people with suss;

Poetic, artistic, creative, brave,

Hetro, LBGTQIA+;

They’re the balm of humanity I crave;

A source of comfort, warm-welcome, relief;

Their congregations are an oasis

Of doubt dispellers, encouragement, belief;

A buoyant sea of supportive faces,

Attentive, thoughtful, inviting, sincere,

Calming shy strangers performing on stage;

For newcomers get priority here,

And the audience will always engage;

I felt it myself when I was brand new;

Cheers to the beautiful people; that’s YOU!