Sheepshit in the shape of a handgrenade #walkandtalk #politics

 Imagine

A kind of a poem

Imagine if the immigrants and the racists banded together to overthrow the bourgeoisie?

What a country this would be to live in then, can’t you see?

that wee willy William is getting down with the proles making out he understands those on the dole.

He’s banished his uncle to the Sandringham Estate; the Epstein files have turned him into a two and eight (state)

What’s with the hate for people who have less than you fleeing war and persecution because they want your life?

Replacement Theory?

If we replaced the Monarchy and the House of Lords there’d be cake for us all.

But you’re still outside the Bell Hotel in Epping waiting to pounce to call them a nonce!

Freud who fled to Britain because he was a Jew might say that you are projecting.

Projectile vomiting your hate on to others because you hate yourself so much.

You weren’t bothered about the flag until you heard about the numbers.

The hundreds and thousands that had you shinning up a lamppost with St George

Don’t tell me about Christmas and insist I wear a poppy.

I’ve run out of swear words you’re just kind of soppy.

You’re just looking for excuses for your sorry excuse for a life.

Your tattoos, your cans and your crumbling teeth a testament to Britain at its best

Seriously when are you going to stop with this hate fest?

because you’ve stirred up Elon Musk and Rupert Lowe, Paul Thorpe & Richard Inman, Paz 49 and Andy the Gabby Cabby,

Nick Tenconi, the Poundshop Mussolini

You won’t be happy until Nigel Farage and Tommy Robinson get a room.

Whether Nigel’s the top and Tommy the bottom

Let me tell you mate, something in the state of ‘No Mark’ is fucking rotten.

Cunt.

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. 

 

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