irony

Callum Featherstone

Snooze you lose

Snooze you lose

The emperor’s got amuse-bouche

Yesterday’s muse

Pales into insignificance

When you’ve got no food.

Leadership battle

Pray to silence politician’s prattle

Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle

Morbid magnificence

Cause we are already culled cattle.

Another day done

Counting down until the final one

Rebellion quelled by quango sponge

Resolute reticence

Society controlled by scum.

House of common creatures

Falsehood is a permanent feature

Nurse, retail worker and teacher

All paid a pittance

But it’s just a policy procedure.

Callum Featherstone

Empty stomach and larder

You can’t un-see

Once you’ve cut the red tape

You remain unfree

Shackled thoughts won’t escape.

When it doesn’t make sense

Whenever you listen

There’s no recompense, in a

Taxable war of attrition.

“You won’t have to suffer

If you’d just work harder!”

No nutritional buffer

For empty stomach and larder.

This so-called elite

I just don’t understand

They’d cut off your feet

And insist that you stand.

Callum Featherstone

Demockracy

There were selfish celebrations

While we were locked inside

Salubrious salutations

Meant irony did not hide.

Pain, anger and dirt fills

The way that we all feel

Going around in circles

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Once you’ve seen the bigger picture

You can never then return

To believing shallow scripture

That the bourgeoisie then burn.

It’s a time of utter travesty

And Orwellian hypocrisy

Getting hoodwinked by humanity

In deceptive dead demockracy.

Callum Featherstone

Interred-Galactic

“The more you learn,

The less you know.”

Scorned the Galaxy, stern

To her Stars as they glow

Glimmer.

Star bursts, “The irony isn’t lost

On me. I’m still a bright spark.”

Not realising the cost

Of stardust culminating in dark.

Dimmer.