Photo by Sam Milsome
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Monday 29 April 2013
Saturday 27 April 2013
WELCOME TO THE FUTURE
Welcome to the future:
Here’s your mundane, monotonous slog of a job.
Enjoy it, and most of all
Be grateful
You’re lucky to have this minimum wage opportunity
This chance to get stuck on the bottom rung
And stay there
Unless you put your hand up
And volunteer to swallow this shit
And then ask for more
Alternatively,
You can beg for approval
A sign that you are worth something
From a row of shiny twats
With more money than God
And less humanity than a fucking lamppost
They are (now) the new Gods:
To be closer to them
Is to be more like them
Only the closer I get,
The sicker I feel
LET ME DRAW YOU A PICTURE
If you asked me to draw a picture
Of an animal chasing its tail
It would look like eight people
Sitting ‘round a meeting room table
All asking each other
Different versions of the same question
And answering each time with the same thing
Without ever reaching any conclusion
Or making any progress
Me, I just sit there
Trying to guess which of the people in the room
Will be the first to tear someone’s throat out
Saturday 13 April 2013
YOU KNOW YOUR COUNTRY’S FUCKED
YOU KNOW YOUR COUNTRY’S FUCKED
You know you’re country’s fucked
When the person who did the most damage to it in living memory
Gets the biggest outpouring of grief and tributes
And where the Daily Mail chokes on its cornflakes, knickers in a knot
Because a few folks expressed their feelings
And chose to celebrate instead
Still, that’s the idiotic world of fame and death for you
It doesn’t matter how much of a bastard you are in life
All you have to do is die
And all your sins will be absolved,
People will talk about your legacy like it’s something good
As if all that shit never happened
Yeah, the Eighties were great
“We could do with another one like her right now”
One of her former cronies dribbled
While anyone with a brain
Knows we didn’t need one in the first place.
MAGGIE
I did actually start writing these on the day, but I was so sickened by the outpouring of praise for this horrible woman that I spent the rest of the week vomiting continuously.
MAGGIE
Goodbye Maggie
And good riddance
Like they say,
Maybe you’re in a better place now
One where everyone sells each other insurance
And the lower classes do as they are told
And are neither seen nor heard
And everyone pays the poll tax,
One where everything is privatised,
And everyone is in it for themselves alone
And we’re all friends with dictators
Sounds like Hell to me
But that’s probably where you belong
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