satire – Page 23 – poems 2 die for

DEBT

wanted to
write a little poem
about suffering
about genocide

but
spam and telemarketing
rained down
from Heaven like
peverse
pay-later manna

and incessant reminders and
encouragement
to settle my
outstanding
debts wonderful, this world

once God
declared for capitalism
poetry and
profit
such excellent bedfellows
like lovers
in Hell

and talking of Hell
there is
fear and consideration
of media troll monsters
children of the children of
the fat uncles and
aunties
who battleshipped the streets
in my small English town

so no poem
I’m sorry

no tiny increment to
add to this struggle

you are
on your own again, I’m
afraid

nothing more than ashamed failure
(with the rest of the world
accused by
this legal Penthisilea

I stand
not with
my brave South African
compatriots
far from this dock)

WARRIOR raw farmer land stealer we that being the writers and intellectuals that survive will divest you of that coat of light dump true dark self in the dock ship you off far far away where you dare hurt nobody get you to sit in solitary explain yourself to yourself dark and light selves in their bitter final conflict

STORY

it’s your story
so stick to it

you need a good story
a whopper to turn

a blind eye
to all
this suffering

listen to those on
the screen who
carefully explain

see
how they attack you
when you can
no longer
believe

so much suffering
but suffering is transitory

we all
suffer

suffering is unreal

now we have
that out of the way
stick to your principles, be one
of the staunch
supporters
good
upright people

It’s your story
and you’re
sticking to it

how you
would suffer
if they took that away

MONSTERS

they are human
like you and me

all of us human
in our
monstrous
capacity

should have said I
and you
were right

to stop me
dead in my tracks
grammatically

something’s need
correcting

are
beyond poetry

NEUTRON

NEUTRON call us criminals animals politically satanic but we not locked into your logic of extermination need a translation open to psychoanalytic interpretation all we begging for is regime change in what passes for brain in what passes for a head something in there beyond our consciousness beyomd simple humanity avatar of death star neutron gravity variety

NO SOONER

no sooner had it landed
on your desk

than you take
to task our rainbowness

ascribe
all sorts of outlandish
bizarre
motivations

showing how
far we are in our thinking
from the holy logic

you
invoke in
the destruction of mankind

JY WEET MOS

RUBBLE

RUBBLE

my poem
lies under rubble

dead, asphyxiated
would be on
life support

but
there is no life
is no support

my poem
is getting
amputated

will lose a whole page
has already
lost
stanza
after stanza

without antibioticd
without anaesthetic

each line screams
as they cut
through
bone

you will have forgotten
these words
and the mass graves
of those
that have
spoken them

as you stare into the sunset
across the Mediterranean
from
your beautiful
seafront property

looking out towards Greece
the rubble
of great Troy

and the gods
of Homer’s world

SHOOT

SHOOT

shoot
what moves

you can wash
your mouth out later

top
up again, be carefree

who cares what
you did, what you said

still out there
got stuck somewhere

but maybe
water not strong enough
need to
liberally swish with
concentrated acid

something stronger
than any dream juice
than you could
possibly imagine

take you head off before
full rewire

SIMPLY PUT

am here
for my brain
wash

get a new, shiny
gloss

am so excited
about the process

feel so
out of synch
with the world
today

everybody
thinking
another way

so hard to
adapt if
short on
cynicism
lacking
stupidity

am here
for my brainwash

things
from here
on in

going to
simply improve