Category Archives: satire

RED FLAG

RED FLAG

Oh its a red flag
to the see the flag

of humanity burned
without necessarily first
being
    dragged in the mud

why so? Why
should we give a shit
about
  humanity and its flag
at all
      at all?

this the suffering needed
to preserve the sacred order

whose
      flag (blood-
               soaked)

       of Heaven

must triumph over all.

TALL

TALL

You have to love
irony

there you are laughing
at your crazy distorted image
in the crazy distorting mirror

until someone informs you
there isn’t nothing
crazy distorting
about
that mirror
at all

or you laughing out loud
about the tiny-mindedness
of Swift’s Lilliputians
when from
Jonathan’s perspective
it is
the entire human race
that is
(stretched to
full height)
but six
seven inches tall.

FOOTNOTE

FOOTNOTE

What is
a politician good for?

was baffled by this,
but now
am entirely
flabbergasted

it’s the kind of question
after too many drinks
stuffing down a cheap
curry or
fish and chips

funny question to ask
and we have no better answer
than that given by
the Ancient Greeks

shocked at the disjunction
between political deeds,
political speech,
political ambition

and any
kind of philosophy.

RIGHT AS SHE BLOWS

RIGHT AS SHE BLOWS

Human rights
human rights

you have to squint
through a microscope

to get the gist of where
she is coming from
in her text
on human rights

Oh my humongous Suella
Sulla Braverman Braveheart

you will stand by your principles
fight for them lie
for them
kill and almost
die for
them (not
really, but it rhymes)

and rhyme is good
and euphemism too
and repetition
a zillion times

uncovering the frustrated
inner poet in you
(not that you would
ever stoop to elegy
not
the job of
Home Secretary)

to bewail
lost migrant lives.

DOLLDRUM

DOLLDRUM

we have drifted
we have drifted

an accursed mariner
at the till

      we have drifted
into a patch of dead sea

our island settling
somewhere
            between Shakespeare’s
garden and Eliot’s Wasteland

as droll and dyspeptic
      a dolldrum as
                    ever can be
zombified
      from head to toe

the specter that shadows
our humanity

FLAMETHROWER

FLAMETHROWER

got  job as
gardener

put a flamethrower
and (Zyklon-B
out of stick)
gallons of
agent orange
in my hand

can’t believe what
happened to this garden:
not a single rose
red or white to
fight
    hack to death over

what the Hell since
my ancestors invaded
           has happened
to this place?

Oh they brought you silk
they brought you cotton
brought you
    Asian and African wisdom

brought you Rolling Stones
Kinks Zeppelin
               and Beatles
(same river
        wound its dark way
past our homes)

and now I must massacre
weeds to save
      the bowling green surface
recite Prufrock under
the collapsed
gazebo

       once walked the streets
with Swift and Pope from
Ashton to
              Rusholme

once
       when the youth stuck a
big fuck you
    through lips and nose
deconstructive style
               meaning anarchy baby

death throes felt
       that we all must
             surely see
     
fuck you-s through

DROOLING

DROOLING

the gargoyles are drooling
at the prospect
of their emancipation

entombed in stone
now they are
to be resurrected,
thrown upon the world
monstrously released

for the demons they were
meant to
            protect us all,
the simple faithful

are amongst us, 24/7
and in the current electronic
maelstrom we swirl in

impossible to tell
what
      is limbo
                    what is
                    Hell

sane to
    have given up
                        on bliss
and joy
      and glimpse of Heaven