Cameron, I would call you a cunt…

So it’s farewell to the NHS

Legal aid and pensions

Working for your dole

When employment’s in a hole

And not to fucking mention

Tax cuts for the richest

Benefit cuts for the poor

Can you please explain to me

Why we should tolerate your shit anymore?

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I would call you a cunt

But the usefulness and beauty are amiss

And if we should ever meet

I’ll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.

It’s a bit weird getting your jollies

From increasing our risk of dying

Or can you just not get it up

Without the thought of poor folks crying?

You punch tables, victorious

Each time you whack another coffin nail in

While I punch pictures of your face

Man, my hate for you is unfailing..

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I would call you a cunt

But the usefulness and beauty are amiss

And if we should ever meet

I’ll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.

You murder what we breathed life in to for years

Rape the state born from our blood, sweat and tears

Abuse our children with all these unnecessary cuts

If we ever meet, may your god help your nuts..

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I will call you a cunt

As you are very good at pissing

down on those living hand to mouth

Let’s hook up for some Glasgow kissing.

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For the When

Delicately tangled
like the lace upon my knickers
the world is far too big now
and this candle gently flickers
to a rhythm all but random
like the heart I think I hear
though the breeze, she plays the empties
to the tune of old time fear..
Skin is but a cover
for a minion of thought
and battle scars that ache
just like the pike too often caught
but something I can’t touch
will see me through to fight again
as to take bait is not for the if
but purely for the when..

(Tony Benn) “The public resistance has become very, very strong, and now the government are now using the law and, er, restricting civil liberties in order to inhibit us from taking the necessary action.”

(Cameron) “Whatever resources the police need, they will get. Whatever tactics the police feel they need to employ, they will have legal backing to do so.”

Dedicated, spangled
And trying not to be bitter
The world is closing in
As I sit watching it on Twitter
And the facts are all so muddled
Like this head so filled with fear
But the wind keeps rattling at my door
As she tries to make me hear
that my skin is so much tougher
than the walls that I have sought
to build around these battle scars
that show how I have fought
nothing is untouchable
so yes, I’ll fight again
It’s not bait if you want to bite
It’s just a case of when..

(Tony Benn) “It’s not the first time that people have faced a situation like this. The establishment, when faced with something they don’t like, will mobilise all the forces at their disposal and try and frighten people into accepting something they shouldn’t accept. They’re not capable of holding back a nation in defence of its own rights.”

Listen to the song here!


Ignition

So I keep looking around

and wonder how we stop them

fucking us into the ground..

and then I think about

all the shit we do

to try and get the word out..

Does it matter

that all these lives are in tatters?

It feels like screaming through glass

that just won’t shatter..

and then you take my hand

while we make our stand

and it’s not so frightening

that we’re igniting

what sits deep within us

and keeps us fighting..

Yeh I’m so glad I’ve found

someone who can help me keep

my feet on the ground

in these times of war..

It’s good to be reminded what

we’re fighting for

and on we battle

instead of lying down in storms like cattle..

Shaking cages we’re not supposed to rattle

but when you take my hand

and we make our stand

then it’s not so frightening

that we’re igniting

the fury of those

who keep us fighting..

And yes I love you

for all the things you say

and all the things you do

and I can’t believe my luck

to be this close to someone else

who really gives a fuck..

Now when there’s fear

there’s always somebody near

to break down the haze and make it clear..

So when I take your hand

and we make a stand

it’s not so frightening

that we’re igniting

something much deeper

than what keeps us fighting..

xx


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..


That’s Not Ink on your Fingers..

Handling the bite that feeds you

Banding around the lies that eat you

Pandering to what they seek to

Scandalize just to please you..

Buying the feast that starves you

Denying that this beast charms you

Supplying the air it causes harm to

Then crying when it alarms you

You pay the penny while they take their pound

Of whatever flesh happens to be around

But you don’t pay the price while they take their slice

Of whatever dirt they have or haven’t found

Fucking with lives they first familiarize

To you..their adoring fans..

Well, that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

No that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

Inspiring the judge within you

Requiring so little of you

Firing your need not to

Desire any thought to come from you

Accept that they’re lying to you

Reject that they’re doing it for you

Expect them to want to keep you

Respect the lives they fuck with by fucking them too..

You pay the penny while they take their pound

Of whatever flesh happens to be around

But you don’t pay the price while they take their slice

Of whatever dirt they have or haven’t found

Fucking with lives they first familiarize

To you..their adoring fans..

Well, that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..

No that’s not ink on your fingers

That’s blood on your hands..


Empathy

I see the sign Dunroamin’

and can’t fight the urge to peek

at what is hidden from my gaze

who lost the urge to seek

out another breath of living

and how weariness did win

and I wonder how I stop myself

from ever giving in..

I watch a mother settled

in her greying daily grind

and I wonder how the switch grew

big enough to close her mind

to a beauty only she possesses

and eyes that once did sparkle like

raindrops when the sun comes out

was it smooth or did she fight?

I catch the old man stumbling

and it’s like he isn’t there

his trousers they don’t fit him

and he hasn’t combed his hair

his wedding ring is dull now

I guess he’s lost his wife

Is a meal for one and single malt

enough to mark a life?

I glance back at the mirror

as it’s whispering to me

that the very heart of who I am

isn’t what they see

So do the lights go out forever

or just hide for a while

Is empathy just pity

if you haven’t walked the mile?