(It Feels Like) I'm Losing the Human Race

(It Feels Like)I’m Losing the Human Race

It feels like I’m losing the human race;

Struggling each day to keep up with the pace;

Inwardly hearing, “Nice guys finish last”,

I disagree with that voice from past:

Vitriolic, vexed, not especially nice,

And sceptically cynical of advice,

I’m a first world problem researcher at best,

Prone to wrong answers and failing each test.

Modern technology’s over my head,

(Though nightly I read a Kindle in bed);

Banking on the internet’s not for me;

I don’t want to live in a world cash-free;

And whatever cryptocurrency is,

Along with AI, I’d give it a miss

If it wasn’t for the job stealing bot

On the bank helpline, more often than not.

Alexa: where are all the high street shops?

How come the Amazon van never stops

Long enough for me to answer the door?

Could it be the boss, chasing evermore

Growth, at the cost of working conditions,

Pensions, and permanent job positions?

How long will it be before AI replaces

White collars, suits, commuters, briefcases?

And why is everything so expensive?

Full time employees, struggling to live

Has been normalised, so it seems to me,

Regardless of high or low GDP;

Alexa: what are the benefits of wealth

If not taxed for housing, services, health?

And why’s the worlds’ richest man such a twat?

“I’M NOT QUITE SURE I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT”.

She puts out the light, upon my request;

I lie abed, reading non-fictional text;

It’s a book about a dystopian

Nightmare, or maybe a Utopian

Heaven, depending on your point of view;

But whether too bad or good to be true,

I wake up, with the Kindle on my face;

It feels like I’m losing the human race.

Dead Meat in the Sheep Pen

 

Dead Meat in the Sheep Pen

Britain’s being colonised

Says a tax evader

The cognitively compromised

Revere the rage-bait trader

Part time MPs buck the trend

Hold a party rally

Dead meat in the sheep pen

Blindness in the alley

Ultra-rightist boorish rot

Flies across the pond

Citizen beware if you’re not

Blue eyed white and blond

A fraud is presently your friend

Votes are needed now

Dead meat in the sheep pen

Charlatans chase power

Racism is back in fashion

Ostriches say never

Hatred is a virtuous passion

Bigotry’s deemed clever

Trump Farage Orbán Le Penn

Linking form a chain

Dead meat in the sheep pen

Alarmists warn in vain

Furnaces turned up to max

Fracking in the field

Pseudoscientists twist the facts

Forests cease to yield

Cowering politicians bend

Billionaires hoard wealth

Dead meat in the sheep pen

Working class ill health

Raise the Colours PRATriots

Climbing up a ladder

Judas Iscariots

Making plans with MAGA

Here’s the key to number ten

Incumbents all but saying

Dead meat in the sheep pen

Democracy decaying

Elitists call for civil war

Tech bros salivate

Open season on the poor

Ever shrinking state

Sex offending least of men

Welcomed by the King

Dead meat the sheep pen

Led there by a sting

Amelia

Amelia

Some gamers came upon a wet dream:

A pretty young lady spouting a stream

Of nationalist nonsense, tinged with a hue

Of extremism, draped in red white and blue,

Which many a gamer took to be true;

Ignoring the prompts, they followed her cue.

Her popularity grew beyond measure;

Reverse engineered, a right-wing treasure,

Stolen from Pathways, adopted by X,

This purple haired meme of the fairer sex,

Is a mascot for the usual suspects:

Nigel’s, and Tommy’s, devoted subjects.

She once was an educational tool,

But racists are neither gothic nor cool;

Her clueless designers failed to prevent

The spread of disease, Reform represent,

Amelia deemed a gift heaven sent,

The party incumbent, looks to be spent.

Tel-Aviv Tommy

Tel-Aviv-Tommy

A rightist, racist, nationalist, jobby,

football thug with fascist views,

bankrolled by the Zionist lobby,

gets the gushing gullible gobby;

look who’s made the national news:

a rightist, racist, nationalist, jobby,

prone to violence, horribly yobby,

fake befriender of Christians and Jews,

bankrolled by the Zionist lobby,

and a Nazi-saluting, slobby,

tweeting testament to ket abuse;

a rightist, racist, nationalist, jobby;

an Oswald Mosely poor man's copy,

with a permanently shortened fuse,

bankrolled by the Zionist lobby;

appeals to the orange Mr Blobby;

Tel-Aviv-Tommy, stirrer of shit stews;

a rightist, racist, nationalist, jobby,

bankrolled by the Zionist lobby.

 

Parking Problem

Parking Problem (an allegory)

Where I once worked the carpark was small

And parking as such was a freeforall

So many faces

So few spaces

The dawn shift daily was blocked by the late

With yellow lines everywhere on the estate

Working delayed if for a short while

The parking problem was put to the trial

For rare’s the boss

Who loves labour lost

And two minutes here another five there

Was more than the new director could bear

In the boardroom we gathered a shift each

To meet the new boss and hear the same speech

On efficiency

Productivity

The which we’re losing through parking he said

Flexing his remedy full steam ahead

A limited space allocated

To all length of service related

As for the rest

He couldn’t care less

Not my problem said he being done

His own allocation space number one

Remembering that staff meeting now

I’m minded of arrogance privilege power

A rich politician

A tough decision

The down-trodden bearing the brunt of it

And the callous rule-makers who benefit

I Don't Wanna Go to America

I don’t wanna go to America

I don’t wanna go to America,

Where poets get murdered in ice cold blood,

Minorities grow daily warier,

Obama’s name’s being dragged through the mud,

Since war was declared on diversity,

“Of life’s” but the sole university;

Lectured by hacks of othering, fear, hate,

Not one single student will graduate,

The syllabus has radically changed:

All factual science of climate’s denied,

Slavery’s downplayed, likewise genocide;

The virtue of greed is deeply ingrained;

Evangelist Christians make mockery

Of gospel, history, equality.

I don’t wanna live in a vassal state,

Ruled by gangsters and corporate law;

MAGA sycophants don’t speak for me mate:

Illness would keep me decidedly poor;

If the clueless among us had their way,

Imagine the thousands we’d have to pay

For heart or cancer surgery, in light

Of the meth dilemma of Walter White;

If you think Farage will make Britain great,

Re-read the contract, between the lines,

Full as it is of ambitious designs,

Have with yourself an internal debate,

After which, if it still gels with your view,

Migrate to Trumpland, and stay there,

Please do.

Pirates of The Gulf of America

Pirates of The Gulf of America

Eighty killed at the King’s behest

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

Dictator under close arrest

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

Kidnapped by the Southern Spear crew

Congress perplexed they had no clue

Long Don Orange came rolling through

Staked his claim on the crude black gold

For a profit it will be sold

Who ever thought he’d be so bold?

International law he broke

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

Everyone saw but no one spoke

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

Fishermen deemed drug dealers died

Epstein’s treasure’s been swept aside

All those secrets he raced to hide

Leaving chaos in his wake

Venezuela was a piece of cake

A Russian tanker he will take

Declaring war upon the Danes

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

Europe won’t match his ships and planes

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil

There’s no more NATO anymore

Taiwan will be Chinese for sure

Russia’s knocking on Poland’s door

And if that don’t make your blood boil

Then doff those hats of shiny foil

And all the MAGA flags uncoil

Long Don’s coming to take this soil

Yo-ho-ho and a barrel of oil