Rest in Hate ✝️ #politicalpoetry #poetry #spokenword #hostileenvironment...

“We must say no to illegal migration”

said the innkeepers to Joseph & Mary

They had been leant on by concerned locals with legitimate concerns

They looked for a place to give birth

Joseph was very worried about the size of Mary’s girth

They passed windows with the Cross of St George and the Union Jack

They were booed and jeered behind their back

“This is a Christian country”

the concerned locals cried

“Give us a chance” cried Jesus from inside the womb

“I haven’t been born or even crucified yet”

The portents were laden with doom

Nick Tenconi cosplaying as King Herod

wobbles in front of his men!

Fists in the air they cry

“We bulldogs wobble but we don’t fall down”

The police as agents of the state

cosplaying as chocolate teapots

“We understand your concerns”

Labour’s Shabana is in a mood

She wants asylum seekers to understand

that there is no such thing as a promised land

British punters are laden with goods

from the shops they come with all their food.

“We’re full, there’s no room at the Inn”

they turn to the man with the darker skin

he turns and replies

“Rest in Hate”

The Cardiff Cackle #animatedpoetry #angrypoetry #politicalpoetry #gender...

It had been awhile

but as soon as I got on the bus I heard it again

“The Cardiff Cackle”

Female, middle aged, bitter, resentful

There is a cruelty that belongs to

“The Cardiff Cackle”

There is nothing wrong with laughing of course not.

The years behind the tears turned smile turned laughter.

It’s clenching your buttocks while trying to fart.

Her friend has made an observation about someone getting on

“Looks like…..” “Wonder what he’s got his pass for?” “What’s that smell?”

Don’t look in their direction!

If you do, pick one, preferably the friend and look at the forehead, try and disarm their cruelty before one unleashes the “Cardiff Cackle”

Is it synonymous with Cardiff the anthropologist asks the poet?

It criss crosses the city, from Western Avenue down Cowbridge Rd East to Pillars and from Eastern Leisure Centre down Newport Road to Dumfries place.

Is there a particular spot where you can hear it clearly like the first cuckoo of spring?

Yes, the first Cardiff Cackle is clearest outside Greggs as ash falls on a young man’s sleeve.

Unemployment Stew: A short political #poem

I'm an expert at doing nothing I'm as lazy as they come These 'Protestant Work Ethic' freaks better have a gun Your Job Coach at the Doctors The alarm clock down your pants is why I feel obliged to write this rant You want people back in work You think they're trying to shirk You've absolutely got no idea You really are a berk You parade in Westminster Towers Thinking you have loads of powers You think that we're all on the drink on the couch, on the weed when 24/7 we think about feed The food in the supermarket is subsidised for you While we have to prepare unemployment stew You want us working shitty jobs to please your taxpayer son Well listen politicians, it is you that is the bum Your divide and conquer tactics have served you until now But there's loads of us that know your salary's a cash cow You wont be going without for Christmas Your stocking full of Knightsbridge tat You'll even buy an outfit for your overfed ginger cat but when a breeze brushes past your cheek and there's a creak upon the stairs It'll be the army of the unemployed ready to play musical chairs Give us your rosette and your big fine house You've had your turn Fuck off you louse!

New Poem #poetry #savetheplanet #savetheplanetearth #capitalismkills #en...

Everybody's on their fucking phone

They look up and get killed by a drone

The phone keeps bleeping till the battery dies

AI & Humanity sighs

We want connection

We're looking for direction

We're encouraged to vote

Politicians have got us by the throat

We're so divided

Reform for the old

Greens for the young

Labour & Tories

Who?

The animals are laughing at the master race

Can we ever save face?

Capitalism for the old

Environmentalism for the young

The old die

The young become old

Lessons are never learned

Every opportunity to save the planet scorned

Everybody's on their fucking phone

including me. 

 

Hydref yn yr Hafod 🍂

I've just started charging for my work!

https://sharkfishinginwales1.substack.com/

I never thought it would come to this but I have decided to join the Capitalist Rat Race. I have made the bold Alan Sugaresque decision to charge for my writing like what journalists and freelance writers do. They get paid for writing. 

I will still be writing here on Shark Fishing in Wales, my long established blog but I have now decided to branch out and see what other writing platforms have to offer and whether they pay anything.

I know it's going to be nickel and dime stuff. I know that Stripe will take their cut like Paypal take their cut but it feels better that anonymous digital financial institutions crunch the numbers rather than Jeff  Bezos keeping your profits to fund his rockets. I wish I understood how I only get 7 pence royalties per sale when somebody buys my work on Amazon KDP. 

For all my Anti-Capitalist rantings on twitter I have had to bite the bullet and 'rethink Capitalism.     

The Lavender Hill Louvre

 

The jewels wot ave been purloined from the Louvre in Paris have already been melted down and turned into statues of the Eiffel Tower. That is of course if the getaway gang were English. 

You cannot rule anything out these days! Would 'les Anglais' have the brazen front to do the heist on a Sunday morning at the moment the Museum was opening to the hordes of tourists?

I myself was casing the joint inadvertently I might add four weekends ago on a Sunday. I had walked along the Seine on the last weekend in September and after I had finished my spiel to camera in the video below

I ended up in the Jardin de Tuileries and was myself mugged for a Cafe au Lait for 4 Euros 50! I needed something wet to assist the passage of dry croissants wot I had purchased in the Bastille market not an hour previously. I walked towards the Louvre not actually knowing the gardens location in relation to the famous museum. Seeing the hordes of tourists queuing and realising where I was I made a sharp exit left into the equally crowded streets of Paris.  

If the Paris Police Prefecture were to contact Ken Frane, Last of the Cardiff Dock's Detectives he would tell them to conduct house to house enquiries in the 10th Arrondissement. His take would be that the booty has now left Paris either from the Gare du Nord (less likely) or the Gare de l'Est (more probable)

If it is not too anti-semitic to say so this heist also has all the hallmarks of Mossad.

France's heritage is going to be melted down to fund Netanyahu's genocide in Gaza just in case Trump pulls the plug.