all of our hopes from us are forced apart
above us all the watching moths may flit
while down below bodies pile on a cart
the whole of life goes down into the pit
and in the end the world just turns to shit
as through all decency the great ones bore
the end of justice is an obscene score
and with the consequences we are stuck
dame liberty's paraded as a whore
and not a soul would seem to give a fuck
the truth's a subject for trade in the mart
on words of honour the vile ones will spit
while on the ground the rats and roaches dart
the public spaces are but meanly lit
the murderers are those the courts acquit
and honesty's a word that makes folk snore
prevarication falsehood that's in store
with honest speech and decent there's no truck
the garbage just piles up on every shore
and not a soul would seem to give a fuck
the worst statistics just fly off the chart
to fools and liars we're told to submit
while all the leader does is belch and fart
there are no crimes that he would not commit
and readiness to torture is called grit
while freedom has been locked up in a drawer
the young are taught all kindness to abhor
and praised for cleanliness when deep in muck
above all this no bird would dare to soar
and not a soul would seem to give a fuck
prince you've proclaimed an age of endless war
to common sense and hope have shown the door
while you declare that you have mastered luck
the mice are dancing on the dirty floor
still you have promised you will do much more
and not a soul would seem to give a fuck
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 December 2007
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