A glimmer
A memory of a memory
The flash of a camera bulb
As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.
Forgotten
Yesterday’s news is buried treasure
And X barks the dog
And the dog eats itself; rotten.
Avarice
Is devouring a banquet feast
Set out in front of a rough sleeper
Too famished to throw a fist.
Cupidity
Hunting with arrows for more
Material or maniacal power prêt à manger
Sustained solely by stupidity.
Power down
But you never have chance to
Power down
Government changing hands too
Power down
It’s in their plans to
Power;
Us down
To push policy plans through.
Lightbulb
When you finally realise the state
Lightbulb
Ideas falling into place
Lightbulb
Won’t stay on in a darkened space
Lightbulb;
Dimming
Is our struggle and our fate.
Shock
Charge from a volt
Shock
Bank charge is your own fault
Shock
Electri-City company cult
Shock;
Horror
Cost of living insult.
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.
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.
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.
Isn’t it funny?
What people will do for money
The world still turns
No matter how much we earn
You can preach the scriptures
Or take some erotic pictures
But the only one that wins
Is a banker or a prince
Cause you’ll never matter at all
To those with collateral
And you can spend your time working
But the rich will suck your worth in
Our essence has been thwarted
By corporations who purported
Unrealistic rumours
That…
It’s quintessential to be consumers.
Smoke and mirrors wed
Inhaling reflected tobacco
Getting filled with dread
By a distraction taco
Take your eye off the ball
As they bounce you out
While they have it all
And the truth you doubt
Political Punch
Overflowing the jug
Crumbled credit crunch
Swept under the rug
When you watch TV
Believing their proof
Blinded by fuckery
And don’t see the truth.
They live and they earn
Is that all that it’s worth?
Will they ever learn? Nope.
Entitled from birth
There’s nothing to mourn
But a sheer sense of pity
The rich reap and yawn
While consuming The City
Their Cabinet shelf
Never knows a true home
Only money and wealth
So don’t ever you moan
In Common there’s nothing
Not House nor salary
They’ll smile while bluffing
A fabricated analogy
They’re out of touch
Like Savile’s fingers
They let him off the hook
But his smoke still lingers
You don’t really matter
Just a vote in the ballot
They’ll eat and get fatter
While criticising your palate.
poorman'sdreams 