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

Embracing

Embracing

Disciples of fake Christianity,

pray at the altar of hubris, greed,

capitalism and vanity;

fossil-fuelled carbon insanity;

food for no thought-a plenty to feed,

disciples of fake Christianity,

lacking in sense and humanity,

cultishly, völkischly, yearning to seed

capitalism and vanity.

Empathy is a profanity,

devilish demagogues ever will need,

disciples of fake Christianity,

adhering to falsehoods dogmatically;

cherry-picked biblical verses read,

capitalism and vanity.

Cruelty considered morality;

cancer kids died and the emperor freed

disciples of fake Christianity,

capitalism and vanity.

New Year's Resolution

New Year’s Resolution

When a boiler stops working

And the weather’s cold

A gas engineer’s worth his weight

In gold

When a car slows down

And its engine dies

A breakdown mechanic’s a sight

For sore eyes

When someone collapses

With pains in their chest

Emergency staff is

Humanity’s best

If you’re fixing a boiler

Or mending a car

It’s irrelevant to me

What your politics are

If you’re making me well

Looking after my health

I don’t care for your views

On poverty or wealth

When a tile needs replacing

And the roof has a leek

The hero of the hour

Is the builder we seek

When a lock is broken

And the door’s shut tight

The locksmith’s appearance

Is a wondrous sight

When a pipe has burst

And water pours out

A plumber’s a saviour

Of that there’s no doubt

If you’re fixing a roof

Or changing a lock

Or mending a pipe

Or unblocking a block

If you’re out on call

Any time day or night

I don’t care if you vote

For the left or the right

From today, my New Year’s

Resolution will be

To keep my mouth shut

If I don’t agree

With your point of view

Cos when all’s said and done

We all have to interact

Under the sun

And so (with my tongue

Firmly lodged in my cheek)

I pledge to be silent

(At least for a week)

About things political

All thoughts I’ll keep

To myself

As of now

From me

Not a peep.

Violent Right

Violent Right

Righteous, bright, wholly white,

All is strength, all is might,

Refugees deported, exiled;

Every father, mother and child.

Immigration will cease,

Immigration will cease.

Violent right, lions, we bite,

Calling Trump, morn, noon, night,

Come to England, be ARE king,

So that we may kiss the ring,

Lick his blessed ring piece,

Lick his blessed ring piece.

George ARE knight, flag in flight,

For his cause, we will fight,

Lefty liberals, hear ARE roar,

There will be forever, no more

Woke mind virus disease,

Woke mind virus disease.

Kahn of spite, flee in fright,

Oh Reform, heed our plight,

Nige, ARE saviour will be at last,

Resurrecting ARE glorious past,

Sing in praise of free speech,

Sing in praise of free speech.

Godcomplexity or Panic Attack (Zante, 2012)

Godcomplexity or Panic Attack (Zante, 2012)

I lounging lay,

One hazy day,

On holiday,

Idly watching,

People on vacation,

When all at sea,

It came to me,

These things could be,

Mere figments of

My imagination:

The sea, the sand,

The sun, the sky,

The air:

All of my creation;

And, quite distraught,

Upon that thought,

I felt and fought,

The urge

To leave

My body lying,

In view that I,

Forever high,

Might spirit - fly,

Unwillingly,

Gravity - defying,

Above it all,

Away from you;

And I,

Felt like I was dying.

From such despair,

I watched them stare,

But didn’t care,

My sanity,

To lunacy nigh ceded,

I leapt and fled,

In untold dread,

And lay abed,

There waiting,

In want of help, unheeded:

The air con breezed,

The waves,

Gradually receded…

That time behind,

These days I find,

I’m much inclined,

When fear

Of expiration

Comes a calling,

To take a seat,

Go with the beat,

Endure the heat,

That is to say,

It’s far less appalling,

For after all:

If here’s a stage,

Then who can stop

The final curtain falling?

Connoly

Connolly

This is less a poem, than a view in rhyme,

Pertaining to a racist, doing time

For posting online, her evident desire

To see asylum centres set afire,

With the occupants still inside; leading

To a jail sentence, upon her pleading

Guilty to inciting racial hatred;

A “Category A offense” the judge said,

Before giving her 31 months no less;

And media barons of populist press,

Along with purveyors of far-right reach,

Henceforth decried the law on free speech.

However: her time inside was decreased

By sixty percent; and she was released,

Albeit still under supervision,

Upon having spent ten months in prison.

And very soon after, the self-proclaimed

“Political-prisoner” and unashamed

Racist, appeared on stage, at Reform UK’s

Conference, to rapturous applause and praise;

Attendees, raucously clapping along

To what sounded like a Gary Glitter song;

And then came a speech and an interview,

That I couldn’t listen to all the way through,

But it seems to me, from what little I heard,

She obviously didn’t regret one word,

Of her inflammatory tweet; which led

Me to conclude: maybe instead

Of jail, she should have done community

Service, and had the opportunity

To meet the innocent recipients

Of carnage, starting with the residents

Of Southport; helping to clean up the mess

She helped create with her thoughtless address.

As it is, jail time for posting racial hate

Has led to a deflective debate

On free-speech, an increase in racism

And an outbreak of faux patriotism,

Akin to celebrating being a Brit

By sticking a flag in a pile of dogshit.

(Can You See) The Real Me

(Can You See)The Real Me

Though lately less liable to lose control,

I struggle still with toxicity;

sometimes I can’t help but be an arsehole.

My default position is, on the whole,

that of a chauvinist monstrosity;

though lately less liable to lose control,

if I inadvertently play that role,

indulge me a humble apology;

sometimes I can’t help but be an arsehole;

it’s like I’m ascending a slippery pole;

a climber with a split personality,

though lately less liable to lose control;

self-awareness is a faraway goal,

I’m often my own worst enemy,

sometimes I can’t help but be an arsehole.

If eyes are the window to the soul,

when you look through mine, can you see the real me?

Though lately less liable to lose control,

sometimes I can’t help but be an arsehole.