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The Cry of the Thwarted Bigot

enoch

I’ve been fighting this shit for 20 odd years –
helping dispell the myths in the fear
you try to spread with your hate and lies,
so why is it that I’m still so surprised
that your anger is so misdirected?
The love of your own so neglected?
Take that horizontal shitty stick and
point it to the sky and take the hand
of your fellow working man –
be them white or black or Asian.
Divide and rule
forever making a profitable fool
out of the mass of mother nature’s creation..

Who d’you think creates these wars?
Your local shopkeeper or the old dear next door?
Cleaners? Cabbies? Call centre staff?
Builders? Dole scum? Don’t make me laugh..
Your anger is so misdirected.
The love of your own so neglected.
Take that horizontal, blinkered view and
look to the sky and take the hand
of your fellow human sat at the same table –
be them doing alright, unemployed or disabled.
Destroy their rule
and the games they play to fool
us into buying divisive labels..

All I hear is the cry of the thwarted bigot.
The BNP’s dead
so vote UKIP instead.
A white man dies
and you have blood in your eyes.
A mosque burns down
but that’s ok somehow.
A mother cries
as her 12 year old son dies –
shot by ‘our brave soldiers” hands
but it’s not in your TV land
so you say it’s lies
so you can justify
the hate from fear
that you hold so dear
but all I hear
is the cry of the thwarted bigot..

Who d’you think creates these wars?
Your local shopkeeper or the old dear next door?
Cleaners? Cabbies? Call centre staff?
Builders? Dole scum? Don’t make me laugh..
That your anger is so misdirected.
The love of your own so neglected.
Take that horizontal shitty stick and
point it to the sky and take the hand
of your fellow working man
be them white or black or Asian.
Divide and rule
forever making a profitable fool
out of the mass of mother nature’s creation..

All I hear is the cry of the thwarted bigot.
Enoch Powell wasn’t right –
Enoch Powell was far right.
The only rivers of blood
are cut from above.
Divide and rule
forever making a fool
out of the common man
given flames to fan
in the wrong direction
under the guise of protection.
But you say it’s lies
so you can justify
the hate from fear
that you hold so dear
but all I hear
is the cry of the thwarted bigot..

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Conspiraloon

My eyes are open but I can’t see

Anything that makes any sense to me

My ears are working but I just can’t hear

Anything but the thudding of my own fear

I can reach and touch but I just can’t feel

Anything that’s like what I believe is real

My mouth is open but I just can’t say

Anything that doesn’t make other people run away

(chorus)

Cuz I’m a conspiraloon

I don’t go out and party

Too busy fearing the illuminati

Yeh I’m a conspiraloon

I can’t just go out and have some fun

I need to find the truth about  9/11

Oh I’m a conspiraloon

If I go out I might fry

In what they’re dropping from the sky

Yeh I’m a conspiraloon

There are lizards on my back

And all my evidence is cack..

***

My thoughts are closed to any current affairs

I’m lost in the past, but I don’t wear flares

My mind won’t do politics and the like

I prefer to wear a silly mask and read David Icke

My eyes believe everything I see on the net

Unless it’s proven fact, but it’s a cover up I bet

And I must be right because so many others agree

In my online , worldwide community.

(rpt chorus)

My keyboard needs replacing every six months

I don’t see my friends now, they prefer to go get drunk

When they should be helping build the Utopia

That will appear when I open my curtains if I shake this agoraphobia!


Jesus! (for Nadine Dorries)

You’re telling me that if I really

Dare to have a choice

That bad stuff’s gonna happen

In that oh so sincere voice

See this skin? This is my wall

And you ain’t coming in

What goes on inside or doesn’t

Isn’t down to sin..

It’s my little slice of freedom

The place that chains don’t fit

And this head that you try working on

Will never buy the shit

That was sold to you to fill the hole

That isn’t really there

Each to their placebo

But there’s no Jesus to care..

And if there was, d’you think he’d like you

Preying ON the weak

And vulnerable instead of praying

FOR their souls to keep?

You make me sick with double standards

And how you spin those lines

We all know you need sugar to turn

Water into wine..

Fixing things that just aren’t broken

Can’t be justified

With your Victorian values

Why d’you think they’ve all but died?!

You will not kill our right to choose

You’ll just push it underground

Maybe that’s the plan, eh?

A few less of ‘us’ around?

So can you pass me that coat hanger

And a bottle of gin?

Run a steaming bath

And I’ll climb right in

And then I guess I pray to your god

That I’ll get out again?

I would’ve used the butchers

But he’s booked til who knows when..

Everybody makes mistakes

And it ain’t a fucking crime

If your condom splits or you’re off your tits

Or didn’t take your pill on time

Or you’re just not ready for parenthood

Or your relationship is shite

Or your pregnancy’s abnormal

Or you were chosen as a victim of rape one night

Or your career is more important

Or your life is on the skids

Or it’s just down to the simple fact

That you don’t want any kids

So feel free to wash your own brain

But don’t make others bear the brunt

Of the fact that you’re a bitter, god-fearing

Right wing fucking cunt.


To Land..

So I’m no longer there

and am watching from somewhere

that holds me afloat

so that I am not broken

and points to below me

it’s trying to show me

I can’t play a note

til the words have been spoken..

Time it has slowed

and I look to the road

that I don’t recall leaving

there’s a truck there with me in

but I don’t look the same

and it feels like a game

Don’t believe what I’m seeing

so I focus on breathing..

The moonlight is flashing

as I watch others passing

but they don’t here me shout

as I try to get out

and the pathway is forked

one is lit, one is walked

and I see the signs now

one is hope, one is doubt..

As I hope for direction

and I doubt their protection

can I do nought but stand?

Is this not for my hands?

And the truck has now gone

but the moon lingers on

and the road turns to sand

as I wait here to land..

There are no gods to guide

I’m just stuck on this ride

and though the masters are new

they still own me..

..and you..


Ode to Hilda

It’s not like I’m just sat around

Waiting for the shout

That you’ve taken in another breath

 But couldn’t let it out

My ears still ring with all the twisted

Shit you used to spout

But I really do have more important

Stuff to think about..

Like the legacy you spawned

And how it’s fucking us again

Though these clueless public schoolboys

Are putting you to shame

At least you set the rules

To your class-dividing game

Instead of praying on a fluke

While playing at arcane..

I guess that there’s some comfort

To be taken from the fact

That in your demented state

You cannot point out what they lack

Or take pleasure in the pain

Of this second round attack

Or comprehend the lines they’re scratching

With the Union Jack..

Of course we’ll take them down

Just like we did you

Battling with capitalists

Is hardly something new

But I wish your twisted brain

Functioned enough to see it too

And to know how many folks

Have your wake on their things to do..

So here’s to plans to party hard

As your time here decreases

Margaret Hilda Thatcher

May all you stood for Rot In Pieces.

 x


Let Them Eat Wedding Cake..

So sweet you’re gonna pay for my wedding

Fancy invites ..make you peasants feel nice

My initials on my honeymoon bedding

And my mug on a mug at a too high price..

I want to see a sea of butcher’s aprons

But with my face on, not your Poundland gear

And my jewellery must cost more to hire

Than feeding a council estate for a year..

I want the price tag on my shoes

To match a thousand Big Issues

And as for my wedding dress..

Well, who needs the NHS?

 

 

Cuz Daddy says I’m a princess

And old Lizzie thinks so too

I can look down my not very royal nose

At the likes of you and you

I’m getting hitched on your taxes

But the fact is

That the poor need to survive too

So let them eat wedding cake

Until they jolly well spew..

 

 

Of course we’re not tying the old knot

To distract the masses from the welfare cuts

My Willy thinks that I am well hot

And wouldn’t have me used in some publicity stunt

I’ll soon have the ring to prove it

And then a baby or two for the bloodline

You’ll be paying for their charmed lives too

Yours can go without to feed mine

So the price tag on getting wed

Might mean some folks wind up dead

But one day I’ll be Queen Kate

And who needs the welfare state?

 

Cuz Daddy says I’m a princess

And old Lizzie thinks so too

I can look down my not very royal nose

At the likes of you and you

I’m getting hitched on your taxes

But the fact is

That the poor need to survive too

So let them eat wedding cake

Until they jolly well spew..

 

Let them eat wedding cake

Well, I’m watching my waist..

Let them eat wedding cake

Just to give them a little taste..

Let them eat wedding cake

It’s all that they deserve

From the table that they’re paying for

May these crumbs show them what we think they’re worth..


Seeing Red

I’ve got that sinking gut thing

As I wonder if we ever will

Prop up the same bar again

Or fight over some restaurant bill

Though not like some bitter lovers

You were just a friend of mine

But this conquering divide won’t heal

Not even with time..

You’re like somebody else now

A someone somewhere in my mind

I loved you like a sister

But I can’t see how we find rewind

There’s no agree to differ

In this twisted bloody game

That fantasy of hate you’re breeding

Doesn’t come with any shame..

You surround yourself with ‘angels’

As I watch you flying to the right

and you’ve headed out way, way too far

With your blinkers on hiding the light

but angels aren’t supposed to hate

Based on bullshit that they read

And the more I watch you eat that fear

The more you feel dead to me..

The more I watch you feed that fear

The more I’m seeing red..

I’ve tried to get my head around

How bizarrely you have changed

And don’t think I’m the only one

Who finds it really strange

That this easy going party head

Is spouting all this hate

But like them I’m done with trying

cuz I just cannot relate

To that fever that you’re sick with

It detests the likes of me

Cuz this ‘leftie unwashed scumbag’

Maintains the reality

That ‘they’ ain’t all out to get us

There’s no believe or die

This war on faith is in your head

So I guess this is goodbye..

So you surround yourself with ‘angels’

And fly the flag of the far right

You’ve headed out way, way too far

With your blinkers on hiding the light

You traded your imagination

for bullshit that you read

And the more I watch you eat that fear

The more you feel dead to me..

And the more I watch you feed that fear

The more I’m seeing red..