Social Media is a Curse

Social Media’s is a Curse

Facebook, TikTok, X, or Twitter,

Makes us anxious, angry, bitter,

Overfeeds our vanity,

Turns each personality,

Into a ranting avatar,

Misrepresenting who they are;

An actor on a global stage,

Poet, warrior, prophet, sage,

Or whatever; take your pick;

A self-opinionated prick,

Chucking their two penn’orth in

To the algorithmic data bin,

Is all it ever amounts to

For the most part, in Myspace view,

Unless you’re POTUS, posting mental

Tweets, nocturnally, on Truth Central,

In which case: Facebook, TikTok, X,

Or Twitter, and whatever next,

Are a source of tribal division,

A textualized war of attrition,

Fought in the interests of the self,

In pursuit of followers, and wealth;

The theatre having been designed by

The puppeteers of the orange guy,

Deliberately/inadvertently,

Nocturnally tweeting World War Three.

D’you think so too? Or is it just Me?

If the latter, I surely would be

Vlogging, with no little vanity,

All for the sake of humanity:

SOCIAL MEDIA IS A CURSE:

Alas a cliché, written in verse.

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Vote For Binface

Vote For Binface

Little people, what have you gained?

Union Jacks flying everywhere;

I hope you won’t get fooled again,

By a Crypto fake who’s never there.

If you think he cares about your town,

Have a look around at all the rot

St Osyth & Jaywick still run down

Clacton-on-Sea’s a crime hotspot.

Vote for Binface,

Ring in the changes now you can,

Vote for Binface,

Au revoir to the dandy man.

Do you really want an MP

Who rarely speaks on your behalf?

He never once held a surgery

Only appeared for a photograph

He’s less anti-establishment,

More a stooge for multi-billionaires,

A pillar of self-entitlement,

To profiteering company shares.

Vote for Binface

Nigel’s not a people’s bloke

Vote for Binface

Super yachts will make you broke

Vote for Binface

Like you’ve never done before

Vote for Binface

Take the trash out, sweep the floor.

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Plasticine Attraction

Plasticine Attraction

I hope one day plasticine will be free,

That one might build to their satisfaction,

A riverbank and a strip by a sea,

Of Plasticine waves, frozen in action.

But there’re no Plasticinians here,

So, what’s the point I’m trying to convey;

Using ambiguous language for fear

Of having my liberty taken away?

The landscape of clay has my full support,

Being albeit an allegory

Of an unwritten and unspoken thought,

Kept in for the sake of legality,

Along with words, rhyming with homicide,

Scientist, violinist, insecticide…

The Minister for Misogyny (thoughts on the byelection)

The Minister for Misogyny (thoughts on the byelection)

As neoliberalism derails

UK infrastructure, services, health;

The politics of the gutter prevails,

And the travesty, that should’ve been shelved,

In favour of higher taxes on wealth,

(Beneficial to all, not merely the few),

Accelerates toward being seen through.

Whether Farage, Lowe, Reform or Restore,

I wonder, what would the cabinet be,

If a populist party won the floor?

Each being far-right, and emphatically

Capitalistic, fanatically.

Henceforth, by way of a rhyming lecture,

Indulge me the following conjecture

Of a fascistic cabinet, no less;

Including: a minister for straight men,

ICE, DOGE, de—regulated business,

Evangelists; anti- lesbian, gay, trans-gen;

A minister for being “Great Again”,

Tax-havens, class superiority,

Remigration, Crypto, misogyny

And anything else, pertaining to fear,

Division, prejudice, hate and scripture,

That I’m inadvertently missing here;

But in any case, you get the picture:

A poisonous patriarchal mixture

Of all the above, at least to my mind;

Toxic to all but the wilfully blind.

The project, neoliberalism’s

Puffed up to the extent it’s fragmented

Into a series of extremisms,

Persistently overrepresented,

Championed even, by biased news hacks;

A kind of warm up to the main event;

A barrage of written and vocal attacks,

Slogans and tags of a cynical bent,

Such as “Woke” “Two-tier” “Lefty” “ANTIFA”,

Countered with a blend of nostalgic spite,

Or manufactured verbal diarrhoea;

Mindlessly parroted by the non-bright,

Chorusing their blame-fuelled lamentations,

At oligarch-funded demonstrations.

I mentioned above, a minister for

Misogyny, with a plumber in mind;

How many voters will choose to ignore

His sexist remarks against womankind?

Are the economically left behind

Desperate enough to vote someone in

Who blatantly doesn’t know where to begin?

In view of my urging you to reflect:

If he comes second, will you feel relief?

Or if, on the night, the MP elect

Is the plumber with a nationalist brief,

Will you cheer, like your commander in chief?

If yes; and if all that’s written comes true,

I’ll stand with “ANTIFA”, obstructing you.

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Unite the Kingdom

Unite the Kingdom

Cuts to funding for the disabled

Anxiety poor mental health

Minorities scapegoated labelled

Smeared by the hoarders of great wealth

Tax evaders basking offshore

Parroting lies to keep you poor

Unite the Kingdom

Leave your brain at home take the train

Unite the Kingdom

Make your prejudiced feelings plain

Private health like in the USA

Cancer treatment means poverty

Throw all your hard-won rights away

Asylum seekers lost at sea

Illegal wars and genocide

Jail cells with lefties locked inside

Unite the Kingdom

Tel Aviv Tommy’s here again

Unite the Kingdom

Less a Christian more a shit stain

Praise the oligarch your king

Is pisshead culture being replaced?

Wokeology is not your thing

The nationalist creed should be embraced

Raise the colours in your hometown

Roar like a child when they’re cut down

Unite the Kingdom

Racist misogynists march to church

Unite the Kingdom

Would you turn your cheek upon research?

Unite the Kingdom

Said the patriot who lives in Spain

Unite the Kingdom

Link your arms form a fascist chain

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Don't Ever Vote For Lowe

Don’t Ever Vote For Lowe

Never fall for Reform

Or Restore’s bald lies

Don’t be led astray by Advance

For the friends of Reform

And those other guys

Are schemers of the tunes of their dance

If populists win

For coterie gain

Will your means be tossed and blown

Don’t vote, don’t vote

For Habib, or Farage

And don’t ever vote for Lowe

Don’t ever vote for Lowe

Nearly all of Reform

Was in days gone by

A blue tory playing a part

Like Advance and Restore

It’s the same old lie

Austerity will tear us apart

If populists win

For coterie gain

The wealth gap will still be grown

Don’t vote, don’t vote

For Habib, or Farage

And don’t ever vote for Lowe

Don’t ever vote for Lowe

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Spot The Difference

Spot the Difference

Wherever we’re born is an accident;

The luckless among us condemned from birth,

To live a life term of disparagement,

Where charmed born others whose sense of self-worth

Enables the largest prison on Earth;

Open or maximum security,

Dependent on whims, and who holds the key.

Everyone’s different, so it’s been said,

But human behaviour seems much the same;

Youth the world over’s prematurely dead;

Killed by authoritarians, who came

Enforcing the cause of whatever name;

And often, the news related to you,

Is bound by and skewed to that cause’s view.

Do you remember Tiananmen Square?

The protester stood in front of a tank?

His anger in mind, I urge you: compare

To despair in Gaza or the West Bank;

And if there really is a God to thank

For your blessings, ask of him: where were you

When the bombs rained down and the missiles flew?

If a child of Palestine isn’t slain,

As a man he’ll be deemed a terrorist

By those intent on bombarding my brain,

With tripe I feel duty bound to resist;

His anger is justified I insist!

If not as much as I did yesterday,

Now there’s a minefield of things we can’t say.