If Souls Were Fish (For Whom it May Concern)

If Souls Were Fish (or, To Whom it May Concern)

If souls were fish, yours would be a minnow,

Residing in a waste infested lake;

Or, a paedocypris, in a slow-

-Flowing, brown stream of raw-sewage outbreak.

If hearts were sand, yours would be a particle

Far smaller than a quark; impossible,

To view, through all but the most powerful

Lens; and even then, barely visible.

If minds were spheres, yours would be a highly

Toxic, orange gas giant, more poisonous

Than sulfur mustard and reliably

Likely to wipe-out every one of us.

If life was a dream, yours would trump those

Of all the scapegoats, living guardedly,

In a world where prejudice daily grows,

Along with division and disharmony.

(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 HOW TO 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.