July 18, 2016 Leave a comment
This is something I did tonight – a poem to music…what do you think?
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June 10, 2016 3 Comments
In the days of change
there was chaos and confusion,
and much consternation.
Left to fill the gaps, we
out of nothing but fragility,
not many thought that logically.
We floundered in the dark,
went feeling through the dark,
saw nothing in the dark,
submitted to the dark.
In those days of change
the light was kept up high
out of reach it passed us by,
casting shadows over hope that died.
May 12, 2016 Leave a comment
An old one but a relevant one come every election
My Futile Search
I’m told there is talent in our political system
But I’ve looked pretty hard and it seems that I’ve missed ‘em
I took myself off through the corridors of power
It made me depressed and got worse by the hour
‘Cos all of the members to whom I was presented
Acted like kids or were clearly demented
The place was just full of these crushing old bores
The whining idealists, political whores.
When I finally left I felt soiled and stained
And wondered aloud about what could be gained
If we chucked this lot out and elected some more
But the reality was that I couldn’t be sure
That they wouldn’t just argue like immature gits
And continue to give the taxpayer the shits.
May 4, 2016 Leave a comment
I don’t know if this will ever become out of date…probably not – so here it is again
The Official Politician’s Prayer
Our government, somehow elected,
Delusion be our game.
My god we’re dumb
But there’s work to be done
And blame to be deflected.
Delay us today our daily decisions.
And forgive us our empty promises,
As we forgive those who make empty
promises in response.
And lead us not into innovation,
But deliver us from progress.
For we have the Politicians,
With the power and the will
To speak bullshit
For ever and ever.
Taken from Grudges, Rumours & Drama Queens (the Civil Servant’s Manual)
April 13, 2016 Leave a comment
Is economics a science?
I think not, more like a loosely formed alliance
of economists and bankers,
of lobbyists and self-interested wankers
who assume things based on fantasy
to skim the cream, fleece you and me
providing for just them and theirs
uncaring as the world despairs.
April 7, 2016 Leave a comment
Comatose on a palm-fringed beach of my desert island,
cool currents of contentment swirl around my ankles,
the lazy sunshine of relaxation warms my skin,
boats full of refugees pass within shouting distance.
Every so often one comes ashore to offer rescue,
eyes searching in vain for my shipwrecked craft.
“To go where?” I ask
“To Paradise,” they say.
“I’m happy here.”
“But it’s just over the horizon, we’re almost there.”
Watching them disappear over my horizon,
I can’t help wondering if they’ll ever reach theirs.