Like It’s Easy

I used to vote for Labour but I’m Tory now

For Tess is on my side so all is swell

Mother Earth incarnate with some great one-liners

She’ll fight my side and give the Euro hell

Used to be a socialist with common aim

But now I’ve seen the error of my ways

A right-wing party full of millionaires

I know they’ll care for me through all my days

Used to fight for workers and the rights of men

But now I trust in what the Tories spout

Fuck all the pensioners, the sick and the destitute

Fling all the foreigners out

Used to have a conscience but that’s over now

I’ve shifted sides to get a better deal

Man mind thyself is an awesome creed

Not rational, who cares, it’s what I feel

Won’t have need for hospital, I’m healthy, see

I’m never getting old so that’s okay

No family to care for and even if I did

I’d do it all myself for that’s my way

Theresa speaks my language now in trite soundbites

She’s closer to the cause I cannot name

Hallelujah, peace on earth, I’m Tory now

May god forgive my choice, I have no shame

 

He doesn’t. And neither do I.

 

If you’ve ever had a conscience or cared enough

Tell me why you now believe the right

Have they ever fought for you or your family

Have they ever even had you in their sight

Don’t tell me, like it’s easy

If you’ve ever thought of anyone but you

Vote for that party and take the pain

Society depends on what you do

Devil’s In The Detail

When I said I’d have a party

I sure meant it

Ain’t no one throws a party like I do

Devil’s in the detail

Entertainment

Mind-altered states

My guests know what to do

No need to lift a finger

Mere suggestions

Hordes they come

To thrash the night away

Shoehorn in as many

Pun intended

Then watch as all invited

Play or pray

Ain’t nothing like my parties

They are legend

Men they come and go

But all the same

Good and evil vying

In an orgy

Pointing fingers

Doling out the blame

Aspersions cast

It gives me so much pleasure

My nature, see

What can a devil do

But party on

And plan a new dominion

Premises worldwide

More than a few

Not my fault

I’m only party planner

Devil’s in the detail

As I said

Up to you lot

Invitation only

I’m just the maggot

Worming in your head

Justifying

Parties that deliver

Worst excesses

Esteemed, by me

The best

Received your invitation?

Hocus pocus

Cast my spell

Now you can do the rest

Ain’t no party

Like a devil’s

When delivered

What I do

It’s only in my name

See you on the 8th

I hope you’ll be there

Kiss it once

Then you must take all blame

Breaking The Curse

learned to live with fortune

in the realm of poverty

where poverty is relative and claused

reflecting on the ravens’

hard-hearted princes in their towers

counting crowns of peasants without pause

riches something finer

than gold coins or stocks and shares

weighted in the pans of wealth and worth

rebalancing the measures

by means of minutes, days and hours

tipping scales of justice where they’re cursed

Joker’s Wild

You play first among equals

And I’ll play second fiddle in the back

You be the straight guy

And I’ll be your sidekick

For human touch and humour that you lack

I’ll do the wisecracks and you do what’s bidden

And we’ll have them rolling in the aisles

You do the poker face

While I pull the funnies

And confound them with laughter heard for miles

You be the bad guy and I’ll be the hero

Waiting in the wings to save the day

It’s all in the timing

The tokens and the teamwork

A Johnson joke and Fawltied Theresa May

You be the arsehole and I’ll be the bumfart

Farts get laughs

While arses take the blame

You do the lead-up and I will deliver

It’s all in the nature of the game

You play elections and I’ll play the long game

Joker’s wild, related to the face

You be the knackered

And I’ll be the thoroughbred

Snorting at the finish of the race

You play first among equals

And I’ll play second fiddle to a bro

You be the rebound

While we guys regroup and practice

For the sequel of the bloody Brexit show

 

You do the guesswork and I’ll do imagine

Who’s unusually quiet, writing lines

You do geometry

And I’ll do arithmetic

And calculate the odds of signs and times

Managed Democracy

Walls crumbled

And faceless fortunes trembled

Setback to be sorted

Come what may

Ideologues with money

And a purpose

Beware democracy

When big boys play

 

Acronyms that hide

The bigger picture

Analysed to target

Prejudice

How elections swayed

By our own data

Now question why and how

We’ve come to this

 

Across their chess board

Watch the right-wing rising

Authoritarian

Their links in sight

Make haste

For walls of separation

Foreshadow yet

The longer, darker nights

 

What say you

To covert operations

Psychometric management

Bulls-eyed

What say you

To hooded cloak and dagger

Proclaiming there are reasons

Why they spy

 

Is this for safety

Management of terror

Profiles that will keep you

Safe in bed

Or is this to trawl on populace

Endeavour

To manipulate and fix

What’s in all heads

(source)

Broken Chains

(source)

Broke the chains that bound, it wasn’t easy

Tied up to myself and my desires

A simple twist of fate was all it took to

Quench the flames and put out burning fires

A hurricane, tornado then a blizzard

An avalanche that tumbled from nowhere

Nature took a hand, and for good measure

Threw in a meteor then solar flares

Burnt and bruised, I questioned what the game was

What I’d done to hurt or to insult

Her answer, lightning storm, inside a teacup

That purged my soul and vanquished worldly guilt

A shell of self, so battered from the pounding

Cleansed, I felt, from tiptoe to topmost

Surely, she was done when I was dusted

By a sandstorm that eroded every ghost

Chains were lying, scattered all around me

Picked the pieces up, those broken links

Smile was wry, confounded as in childhood

Didn’t know what I should do, what I should think

Gave them all away, I didn’t need them

What good were chains all broken, of no use

What good were chains at all, I started thinking

Even golden ones are no more than a noose

So, I broke the chains that bound, it wasn’t easy

Well, if I’m honest, I was really given ease

By a simple twist of fate, blown in abundance

What didn’t kill me gave me my release

Been singing most of today and this popped into my head when I got home from school. Think country for the tune and I’ll hum it from here. 🙂 Long weekend ahead so it might be that I feel free! Have a great one!

Stirs The Dragon

Stirs the dormant dragon

Follows kelpies

Slept too long

Been drugged

Begins to rise

Finds flightpath again

Its roar

Its fire

Beware when dragons

From deep sleep reprise

Legends lived again

They were but drowsy

Buried in the myths

Of media

Attendant princess

Saviour

Hear the hillsides

Choirs of dragons

Voice your aria

What about Wales? Stirring the Dormant Dragon

Are We Fools?

Pride postures

Doesn’t think

Reveals its feelings

Lives its hubris daily

That’s its way

Decisions drafted blindly

Blinkered bullshit

Evidence of arrogance at play

Language of superior perception

Then wonders why and scoffs

When natives rise

Out of union

With no hint of sadness

Governance unjust

Of those unwise

No self-reflection

But for backward glory

For days of yore

When empire ruled the waves

Citing some equivalence

As righteous

Behold the truth of union

England save

Let us be Britannia

That story

Etched in minds

So privileged, promote

Ideaology, will not see buried

Ignominy, in parliament, by rote

The only flag that matters

Is the George cross

Andrew, Patrick, David

Servile names

Problems to be solved

And always have been

Extinguish nationhood

For other’s name

Woe to you, usurpers

Of the celtic

For fallen follows pride

As sure as fate

Come the day, the hour

Relive your words here

Masters manifest

The words of hate

Dismissing while upholding

Such is legend

In lands where one suppresses, ridicules

We are not slaves

Nor your possessions

Canny, aye

But are we fools?

Came across this video today on Twitter. Makes you proud to be an equal partner in this great union, where respect and progressive politics are at play. Imagine actually saying this! Funny, eh? No sense of humour, we Jocks. Inferiority complex, they say. Wonder why. Off now to the psychiatrist’s couch to discuss Stockholm Syndrome in hopes of convincing others we don’t need this shit. Who does? Tell me. Any independent country out there who would like to rejoin the fold and be patronised again? Any? Didn’t think so.

TIME FOR ANOTHER LAUGH AT THE MESS THEY CALL BREXIT…

‘We’re taking back control,’ we said
And we meant it
We really meant it!
‘We’ll invoke Article50’
And we meant it
We really meant it!
So we sent it
We really sent it!
‘We’ll have our cake and eat it’
And we meant it
We really meant it!
Tho’ we huvnae got a bawbee
‘Cos we’ve spent it
Some eejit lent it!
We really spent it!!
‘Cos we’re dementit!!!
Brexit ya bass!
Or something like that. Hard to tell.
You decide. ∨∨∨∨∨

MUNGUIN'S NEW REPUBLIC

brex1 Not the smartest tactician, is she?

brex5 Didn’t realise that Better Together’s and pooling and sharing meant sharing beds in hospital…?

brex You see, we don’t want to be part of this idiotic nonsense called the EU, but we do want them to headquarter their agencies here. Obviously, duh!

Brexid And once upon a time, they told us that Spain would be an obstacle to independence.

brexi2 I guess that that is not too unreasonable.

Bells Very British Scot… Britch… Whatever! We’ll never buy it again. Incidentally, why do Brits find it necessary to put massive UK flags on just about everything in the supermarket from eggs to geraniums?

br2 Like we’ve said, she’s not the best negotiator, is she? Erm, anyone know what she IS good at? Maybe we should leave it to David Da… No, sorry. Momentary aberration. What was I thinking? Let’s leave it to Mickey the Mouse, shall we?

brexitmud Bless Fluffy. He’s…

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