What kind of phobic are you,
Are you hiding a fear of the homos,
Islamic or immigrants, they’re xenos too.
Do you think that maybe it’s the Jewish,
Or perhaps it could be the blacks,
Scottish, Protestant, Catholics,
Any ethnic, religion; scapegoats we certainly don’t lack.
Might it be fear of being homeless,
Fear of no job,
Fear of pain,
Fear of trusting another,
Fear of believing again.
Could it be our politicians
Have a fear of failure, such shame,
Fear of losing their power,
No fear of losing good name.
I’ve come to conclusions,
They’re working all fears we may have,
Fill them fraught, get them worried,
I’m more worried they’re having a laugh.
Common sense has left most departed,
Plain words are feared that speak truth,
Gobbledygook, statistics, bribes plain-sighted,
Paltry, unworthy, uncouth.
I have a fear with plain name,
That some may listen, not hear,
Not see, not know, not care to
Understand what’s their game.
Should we not fear not knowing,
A fear surely worthy of incredible note,
Instead of phobias – irrational, fantastic –
And mostly homegrown, learned by rote.
Fear-instilled politics and liars,
These two, fears of my own,
Watch thieves but can’t watch the liars,
Mantra ignored as I’ve grown.
Watch lies as lips move, unless checked,
Trust some but don’t trust them all,
Points scored, creative accounting,
Let them fear the game of own-goals.
Speak Greek, I’m understanding,
For the rest there’s ways to find out,
Panophobia, get public panicked,
Create fear of everything, leave no doubt.
Do I look like I’m bothered by spiders,
I’ve rid fear of creatures that sting,
But rats, however disguised, persist here,
Sewage dwellers with voices, my thing.
Eyes drawn to phobia unsettling,
See how they scurry, now stamp,
Squish and squash, wipe it up, that’s right,
Big fuckers vanquished, bedamned.
I’ll have my fears, we all do,
Irrational some, some we trust,
But don’t try to fill us with others,
Unworthy, uncouth, plain unjust.