Fear-o-phobia. Squish!

Triskaideka, arachno,

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 listened,

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.

 

 

18 thoughts on “Fear-o-phobia. Squish!”

  1. I’ve worked it out momus…let’s not vote…to vote 🙂
    Ok, I know, that’s a protest vote…but hey, it is a fear…that we’ll keep getting the same garbage, day in, day out 😦
    By the way, great post my friend, the words of a fearless bard 😀

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    1. Jeez! I read that first as a ‘fearless b@$#ard’! And I don’t know why I’ve bothered inserting symbols – my eight year old has just looked over my shoulder and told me she knows what it says. Spelling’s definitely coming on, I’d say. 🙂 And now fecking laughing at me telling on her! I need to stop before she reports me to the authorities. No fear of them either. 😉 I need to blog when there are no weans around to bug me. And that statement is, apparently, ‘mean’. Who taught all these weans to read? Why do we bestow that gift? Oh, yeah, pleasure and information. Keep it coming. 😀

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      2. And you might be one of the few I’d let call me that without stickin’ the heid in them! Actually, I’m not all that hard. But I’m not really afraid either. So some sticking it to them is right up my alley. Whoever they are. 😉

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  2. You’re right, and it’s a shame that such instilled fear still controls our everyday lives, not least because, where politics is concerned, there is no escaping it.
    How about ‘discovering’ a ‘truth’ gene, and then implanting it into any would-be politician. Time for a change, I think.
    A great, pointed piece, Anne-Marie.
    P.S. I don’t know whether you get much chance to read, but I have recently started a book that I think you might enjoy: ‘Death at Intervals’, by Jose Saramago.
    Take care. Chris

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    1. A truth gene sounds like a great idea. Something along the lines of, what’s that thing they do in swimming pools when folk pee in them? Dye appears or something. It could be an implant and anybody caught trying to pull the wool over your eyes sweats green or purple or has an automatic nosebleed. Maybe their clothes would all fall off and we’d get to shout at the emperors. I like that idea very much. As long as it’s only given in the interests of public awareness. I really don’t want my husband telling me my arse looks big in my jeans!
      I like the sounds of that book too so I’ve just downloaded it and shall endeavour to get a spot of reading done after a mammoth cook-in before Monday. 😦 Any good/exciting/safe ‘sciencey’ projects you could recommend too? I’ve still to prep for that. But I’ll definitely fit the reading in and it’s always good to get a recommendation. Cheers, Chris.

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      1. I like your thinking, Anne-Marie, although a ‘use with caution’ notice might be useful!
        Hope you enjoy the book + I found it from a recommendation on a book mark from ‘The Book Dispensary’ (the wonders of the Web!).
        As for Science, well it’s not really my thing – I get my bestest bits of colleagues!
        Good luck, and happy reading!

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  4. I hope my only phobia is about flying. There is no place to fear and reject another human being for who they are. Great reminder! Loved the use of symbols and words here, Anne-Marie, lol!

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    1. How bizarre, Beth! I’ve just finished reading your latest post and was thinking on my comment before pressing like. Ask Cole, I do that a lot. When I know my comment needs some thought and framing I abstain from liking till I’m ready to comment. I’ll make an exception this time so I can tell you here how much I do like what you have done and hope to do in this post and others. It’s heartening to know that minds and hearts such as yours are on the path of communication and education. I’m off shopping now (should have been ages ago!) but will return to comment on your post as it’s a subject close to my heart and I want to have time to do justice to your thoughts and invitation. Bless you for being you and seeking to open channels of awareness.x

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      2. So funny- just read Beth’s post before yours, and liked, but didn’t comment, since I’m running like crazy today and I’m likely to go on at length (as I do) because the topic is close to my heart, also.

        Just a short note on your poem A-M- as usual, it’s so in keeping with my way of thinking about/looking at the world. I’m working hard right now to help stop the passing of that Bill I spoke about a few weeks ago and prevent, as much as is possible, the federal government’s ongoing practice of using fear as a tactic to win elections. Despicable.

        Wonderful poem, as usual. Have a lovely weekend- it’s 21 degrees here today, there’s a patio in my future…

        *And Beth- I’ll get to commenting on your post asap!
        xo to both!

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    1. I’m glad to inform I don’t hate anyone. Did used to hate Maggie Thatcher and a builder from hell we once used. But I had to get over both. It was killing me. There’s a lesson right there. Nice ladies always welcome here. And nice lads. 🙂

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  6. Fear immobilizes us, doesn’t it? Drives us to fear other things. On the other hand, love frees us, opens us up to love a wider world. BTW, do like the idea of a “truth dye.” I think we’d all take less offense if we all were forced to tell the truth, eh? :-J

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  7. I won’t lie, Susan. I felt guilty about this post after reading yours with so much loving temperance. I thought back to this, and as much as a lot (most?) of the politicians in the limelight leave me fuming, I wouldn’t want the job for a pension. It just worries me the direction policies go and whose agenda they serve. So yes, in their cases, I would like a truth serum or some such. It probably wouldn’t do the rest of us much harm either. Once we’d gotten used to it and been to confession. :/

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