By LIAM WHETSTONE
(Fifth collection of poems written during 2013)
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Published online on https://poetliamwhetstone.wordpress.com/ September 2013
Contents
Authors Note
Dedication
The End of Diplomacy
The Spoilt Prefect
A Strange New Breed
Home Truths
Empty Ordeals
An- Oxymoron
A Lamentation for the Reds
Itemisation
The Hammer of Justice to Fall on the Self Righteous
Diag- nonsense
Invisible Barriers
Indoctrination Centres
A Destructive Force
Opposing Factions
Dazed, Confused, Misunderstood
Ostriches
Sisters of Mercy
Vocations
A Lecture on Great Britain
The Good General
The Either of the Unwell
Souvenirs of Survival
The Most Exquisite Entrepreneur
Motivation Block
Exclusive Pastries
Blank Time
Dinner with His Grace
The Guillotine Procession
An Invitation to Blasphemy
Curses of Damnation
Monastic Existence
Sensible Systems
Implementation of Ethics
Absurdity in the Twilight
Playing the Neurotypical Game
Important Specifics
A Chance Meeting in the Twilight
Dislocated Machinery of the Mind
A Eulogy for the Baroness
An Accident of Birth
The Most Successful Doctor
Tyrannical Demands
Consummation
Hot Air
Superficial Nonsense
The Will to Power
The Grand Delusion
A Vacation Advert
A Dangerous Approach
Unmistakable Lunacy
A Potential Turning Point
Authors Note
This is my fifth collection of poetry, the intended meaning of the tittle is as follows. The earth is an insane asylum run by corporate gangsters (no metaphorical meaning intended). The inmates are the wrongly victimised citizens of the world, the word inmate is used here in a tongue in cheek way. However you may have your own interpretation of the significance of the tittle. The inspiration for the title comes from three films, One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, Girl Interrupted and Quills. Some of the views expressed in specific poems are inspired by these films. All three of these films are set in mental institutions in my view it is the doctors and nurses in these films that are insane not the inmates. I hope this explanation is clear.
The inspiration for these 51 poems comes from significant events in culture, books, films, sitcoms and that most superior medium conversation. The ambiguity in some of the lines in the verses is completely deliberate I would like to present the reader with the challenge of picking through the fog of my thought process. This is the fun of reading poetry as opposed to prose. It would not be as fun for the reader if I laid out the contents of my mind on a plate. Some of you will also notice the sarcasm and satire in several of the poems.
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this poetry collection to all those who are kind enough give up some time to read it. As much as I hope that these poems entertain you my main intention is that the reader considers the points and opinions expressed therein.
The End of Diplomacy
Venom, venom, venom
That is what I shall spew forth
From now on I will state my ethical views
Without consideration of consequences
I will no longer submit to censorship
If I am provoked I will respond in kind
No more editing of my opinions to be kind
Abandonment of reason and rationale is inevitable
Nay I say that it is necessary to expound potent truths.
Those I deem reprehensible will be singled out
Organisations I deem evil will be attacked
People I deem simple and ignorant will be confronted
No papering over the cracks with honey coated words.
No surrendering to those with a blind sunny disposition.
No more giving in to those who cannot see things the way
Those who soar so too high in intelligence see things
No more answering or explaining, or justification.
Venom, venom, venom.
The Spoilt Prefect
That gloating smile
The arrogance
The patronising smirk
The pig ignorance
The reassuring statements
The Fascist mind set
The piles of gold
The thousand pound meals
The underserved popularity
The opportunism
The spreading of elbows
On the tables of power
The licence to hypocrisy
Old Auntie Maggie would be very proud of him
The sooner he does the honourable thing the better
A Strange New Breed
Make a stupid remark- kill yourself
Miss the train – Kill Yourself
Forget to phone your friend- Kill Yourself
Buy something you can’t afford- Kill Yourself
Fail at the job interview- Kill Yourself
Lose your door key – Kill Yourself
Fail to graduate – Kill Yourself
You’re a failure – Kill Yourself.
Such a strange
Thought process is this
Me thinks
Home Truths
Face facts
Grasp the nettle
Deal with things
Grow some backbone
If times are bad say so
If times are good say so
If you feel sad say so
If you feel happy say so
Empty Ordeals
Another thing dealt with
Another task ticked off the list
Stress, anxiety, intensity
Stress, anxiety, numbness
Another task, another ordeal
Pointless stress and anxiety
Clearing the desk
Clear thoughts
Blue skies and gentle breezes
Bring calmness and clarity
I take my leave
The next pointless task calls me.
An- Oxymoron
The virgin birth?
The absent father?
The step father?
The murder of Christ
By his own father???
This is not
The foundation
Of civilisation
A Lamentation for the Reds
The red flag at half mast
Dusty copies of Marx neglected
Apathetic shrugs of shoulders
Defeat secure
As blue self-servatives reign supreme
Such a shame but that is the end of it.
Itemisation
Ambivalence, continuum and absurdity
The components of existence
Aspergers, Depression and self-harm
Go together like
Gold Frankincense and myrh
Inflexibility a liability
A shut down mind the enemy of progress
Isolation only exists in Isolation
Seclusion the breeding ground of despair
Good and intelligent discourse the cure.
The Hammer of Justice to Fall on the Self Righteous
The finger of accusation
Points at the aggressive simpletons
At the passive simpletons
Who is to blame for the mess?
That is modern society?
Look in the mirror and there
Is your answer
Submission through ignorance
The cornerstone of western civilisation
The self-righteous simpletons
Of both categories
Accuse free thinkers of being moaners
They believe they are correct because
Another simpleton in authority or power
Told them that their values and ethics are just
Am I to be called a trouble causer?
Because of my disgust with
The Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes?
Out of the corner of your eyes
You plain relaxed prosaic creatures
Will see the hammer of justice
Before it strikes your skull.
Diag- nonsense
Hmm now let’s see
Let’s examine our patient
Well it is most evident
There are no psychical injuries
No internal sickness such as flu
And certainly no cancer
So I surmise that the patient
Must be mental, wait sorry
That’s not quite PC is it?
(Struts around the consulting room
Scratching beard)
Well now let’s see
From what I have gathered from
My professional analysis of
The patients answers to my questions
The patient is suffering from
Borderline Personality Disorder
No wait that’s not correct
Maybe it’s Aspergers?
Not I don’t think so
Maybe its depression?
What do you think?
Erm here just take these aspirins
Come back next week if you’re not better.
Invisible Barriers
Borders, confines
Barbed wire fences
Keeping us in
And them out
This is our country
And that’s their country
The mythical electromagnetic force-fields
Generated by idiots in huge stone buildings
All nations are superficial.
Indoctrination Centres
We must, we must
We must all learn
In uniform dressed as robots
Treated like idiots
Treated like commodities
Forced to listen, forced to conform
Forced to accept everything
And question nothing
Repeat the chant
Britain is great, Britain is great
And its history the history of the world
Never forget that Henry 8th
Was a great king, after all?
He did create the Church of England
The process continues as these centres
Churn out thousands of robots.
A Destructive Force
The ideal, it suits those who create
Devise and design it
It suits those that it serves
Each individual has their own ideal perspective.
All these vary to a certain extent
Many ideologies oppose each other
In a dogmatic and violent way
Manifesting itself in destruction and suffering
Causing sorrow and desolation
Ideology only helps the few at the expense of the many
These two opposing armies hack each other to death
With axes thus destroying the destructive force of ideology.
Opposing Factions
In theory these two opposites of the political landscape
Are indeed clearly distinguishable and in direct opposition.
It is in practice that the grey areas emerge
It is at this junction, that the crystal clear water becomes murky
And vision is blurred by misty fog
It is at this fork in the road that both sides appear the same
Furthermore you may have met some intrusive nasty and bitter thought police
Who call themselves Socialists, my dear learned reader?
Yes these “people” may indeed be members of a Socialist Party
And they may also have the documentation to prove it
But they are certainly not Socialists, just simple agitated
Bigoted, small minded thugs, the message here dear reader
Is that if the reality does not match the dictionary definition then
You might want to look up something else in the dictionary
In this case insect would be a better label for the
Bastardisers of the meaning of the word Socialism.
Dazed, Confused, Misunderstood
Some who read what I write
May not understand the intent in my verses
Or what my intent is
Or what my standpoint is
Point one, I am no evil raving revolutionary
Point two, I think all forms of violence are absurd
Point three, I don’t write for attention
Just to express what I think
Some of you may think that I rebel
Against everything just because it makes me seem different
I only reject that which I consider destructive or useless
Some of you may think I am a dreamer
Some of you may think I am deluded
Some of you may say I am self-opinionated
Actually I just want us all to get on with each other
The only useful label is our names
We are all individual entities, after all.
Are we not?
Ostriches
There they are
With their heads buried in the sand
Leave us alone they protest
Keep your nonsense and
Rubbish to yourself they declare
We are just passing the time of day they proclaim
Don’t bother us with that
It’s got nothing to do with us they assert
You’re just a trouble causer they accuse
There he goes again on
His soapbox again, they admonish
The only reason they insist on
Keeping their heads in the sand
Is because all are fearful of
Deadly revelations and realisations.
The impending threat that
All their knowledge will
Just spill out into the sea and dissolve.
Sisters of Mercy
Purity, abstinence to self-fulfilment
Abuse and bullying dressed as
Deserved punishment
Being cruel to be kind
Guilt, shame, pain
Guilt, shame, pain
It’s all for your own good they say
These gentle merciful sisters.
These supressed, bitter evil
Women in black
These brides of Christ
Venting their anger on the
Innocent through violence
Brainwashed into a state of unnatural chastity
Convinced we are all born in sin
Thus we are all born guilty
And nature must be fought
It’s lucky these merciful sisters
Are here to care for our spiritual needs
To lead us in the direction of purity
And guard us against that which is natural
That which makes us human
Vocations
To each his own
We are all called to some great task
Some great calling
Some take the wrong path
Like squares in round holes
Some do not heed the call
And waste their talent
Just make sure you
Devote yourself
To something that
Fits you like a glove.
A Lecture on Great Britain
Gets in the pulpit, adjusts spectacles
Sorts through papers, surveys the audience
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen
The topic of our lecture today
Is the greatest nation on earth?
We should all be proud of our island home
Shouldn’t we?
The land of the free
With its cups of tea and country lanes
With its grand old stately homes
With its monumental achievements
(Takes a sip of water)
Such as its murderous kings
Its small minded stuffy ruling class
Its thieving bankers.
Its war mongering Prime Ministers
Its all-conquering empire
Its retarded racists and xenophobes
Its larger drinking herd
Its Sun reading scum.
Its populist attitudes
Its concentration camps in
Africa during the 1800s
Its glorious development of trade
The appalling trafficking of human beings
In atrocious conditions for money
To be used as slave labour by criminals.
Its extreme inequality in living standards
Its complacent and brainwashed pour.
Its pro war simpletons
Its impoverishment of Africa.
Its misinterpretation of equality.
Its parliamentary dictatorship.
(How can a state with an un-elected monarch
Be a democracy????)
Ladies and gentleman
This is Britain’s great legacy
Have a think about that
Is there really anything great?
About the red, white and blue?
Thank you for listening
I hope you have been taking notes.
(Drains glass of water, sorts papers
And leaves the lecture theatre)
The Good General
There he is in his grand office
With his big ideas
And his huge moustache
With his expensive desk
With his magnificent drinks cabinet
There he is giving his orders
Sending his troops on missions
That can only lead to death
These good fellows
Risking life and limb for blighty
His splendid mind the architect of death
Off we go lads this is it
Get ready for the big push.
Let’s knock Jerry for six
Up and over the top they go
The rest is silence.
The Either of the Unwell
Eyes open, another morning
A throbbing headache, dehydration
Gently, gently does it
As we get out of bed rub our sore head
Another two empty wine bottles
This has to stop
What started it this time?
What was the trigger factor?
No more, no more, no more
Sips some water
What did I do or say last night?
My mouth is so dry
Bins the empty wine bottles
Vomits in the toilet
No more, no more
This has to stop
Sips some water
Fresh air, I must get fresh air
With great difficulty
Walks to the park with the dog
Head still throbbing mouth still dry
But with fresh air to breath.
Souvenirs of Survival
Healed wounds, smooth pale skin
The surface covered in scars
Some more severe than others
Some souvenirs of recent
Atrocities against the skin
Some from distant episodes
But there they all are
Reminders of stress
Reminders of anxiety
Reminders of disappointment
Reminders of failure
But ultimately
They are all
Souvenirs of survival
The Most Exquisite Entrepreneur
You’re amazing
You’re excellent
Blow the cobwebs of
Ambivalence of
Go forth into the world
And make money
Go forth, stand out from the crowd
Go forth and be adored
Produce useless products
Steel money from the innocent.
Sit in your mansion
With your crystal whisky glass
And expensive furniture
Look out of your window
See the poor homeless person
Sat outside in the rain
Sat in the mud
In his old rags
No money, no home comforts
He got a loan from you recently
Wasn’t able to pay it back
Look at your handy work now
Mr rich and successful.
Motivation Block
A very long list of tasks
Some more important than others
Some that have to be done today
Some that can be left until tomorrow
Enthusiasm levels in the minus numbers
Immediacy an alien concept
Apathy reigns supreme
Behind the motivation block.
Exclusive Pastries
These scrumptious English dainties
Are for the nobility only
If you wish to taste
Cornwall’s finest pastries
You must pay just a little bit extra tax
No more than necessary of course
But most certainly more than you can afford
For these very fattening, unhealthy pastries
Well you plebs the government needs
The money, so it has to come from somewhere
The dept. needs to be paid somehow
Come on you peasants turn out your pockets.
Blank Time
Nothing in the diary today
What to do?
What to do today?
Take the dog out?
Yes I do that most days?
Have some coffee
Relax and fight the paranoia
Is to be today’s time filler.
Dinner with His Grace
Step this way please gentleman
If you could just wait here
His grace will be ready for you shortly
I hope your brief cases are full of money
That sort of thing goes along way
With the Lord Privy Seal.
Sorry I meant Prime Minister.
Step this way please gentleman
Mr Cameron will see you now.
“Good afternoon gentleman”
(They shake hands)
“The food is excellent here and reasonably priced,”
“what did you wish to discuss with me,
I hear that your loans company is doing very well”
(They open the cases and display200 million pounds)
“Well sir if you can see to it that
our company has to pay no more taxes
you will benefit, personally, if you get our meaning”
Cameron smiling “yes of course gentleman I will certainly see to it
That your company stops paying taxes”
They shake hands, handover the money to
Mr Cameron and leave the room.
Cameron finishes his meal
And peruses a speech
He has written on tax ethics
With a smirk on his face.
The Guillotine Procession
In the name of liberty
In the name of fraternity
In the name of equality
In the name of justice
Murder, murder, murder
The rivers of blood
Replace the clean streets
Of Paris, as more and more
Tyrants are dealt with in
A very tyrannical way
Corpses, corpses, corpses
Afternoons of entertainment
Afternoons of brutality
The blade, slicing
Neck after neck
Baskets full of rotting heads
The mob baying for blood
Demanding justice
As the next unfortunate
Victim approaches
Madame de Guillotine
To pay their respects to her.
An Invitation to Blasphemy
(Gets back in the pulpit)
Ladies and gentleman
I put this to you, for your
Own individual consideration
Is it not time to do away
With this science fiction for the masses?
Isn’t it time to finally
Reject the man in the sky wearing a toga?
And isn’t it also the responsibility of
Each individual to speak out
Against that which is wrong?
That which has made
People’s lives a living hell
It is indeed everyone’s right
To speak their minds
Even if others are offended.
So good intelligent people
I invite you to denounce
Religion at every opportunity
And to admonish priests
And to spread the true gospel
Of common sense
It’s a pity that it isn’t more common
Ladies and gentleman
I invite you to spread the word
That Jesus was a Socialist
And that the first testament
Is a fascist manifesto.
(Drinks a very large glass of water and leaves the lecture theatre)
Curses of Damnation
To he who invented the sward
To he who invented the gun
To he who invented the grenade
To he who invented the bomb
To he who invented the tank
To he who formed the first army
To he who invented wine
To he who invented beer
To he who invented vodka
To he who invented whisky
To he who invented brandy
To he who invented god
To he who wrote the bible
To every Pope, Cardinal and Priest
To he who invented the nation.
Of black stuff their bloody souls were made.
Monastic Existence
Silence, solitude, mundane surroundings
No pleasure, no enjoyment
Pure clear water
No devils red poison
Healthy green food
No indulgent red meat
Tranquillity of being alone
Healthy body, controlled mind.
Cold stone walls
Droughty rooms
Alarm calls before dawn
To pray to a mythical deity
To confess your guilty sins to thin air
What a dull laborious existence
This would be
For life it would not be
Sensible Systems
Structure, hierarchy, hegemony
The top, the middle, the bottom
The framework, the brickwork
The cement, the paint.
The electricity, the gas, the water.
All requirements for a sensible system.
There must be those at the top
Those in the middle
And those at the bottom
For things to run smoothly
Anyone preaching sentiments of
Financial equality and equality of status
Must be simply branded a left wing nutter
We can’t have equality oh dear me no
We can’t have the capitalist system disrupted
Oh dear me no, we need to keep the
Shelf stackers ignorant to their abuse
We need to keep them happy
We can’t have free thinking lefties disrupting things
Filling the cleaners and supermarket checkout workers
Heads with socialist nonsense, giving them ideas.
Oh good lord no.
The cogs in the machine must keep turning
To secure profit and luxury for the rich
Whilst the poor are happy with their minimum wage
And basic inferior life.
So let’s all be reasonable, let’s all be practical
Let’s keep the production lines moving.
Implementation of Ethics
Sweep your own doorstep
Keep your own house clean
To set an example of decency
Understand and care for others
Displaying empathy not apathy
Offer people your ears
And a cup of tea, I warm fire and comfy sofa
Instead of distain and distrust
If your own house is in order
You are beyond reproach
We hear talk of the immediate family
We hear talk of the wider family
An interjection is required here
Are we not all one global family?
Are we not all citizens of the world?
Absurdity in the Twilight
Hazy vision, foggy mists
A doctor’s waiting room
How long have I been here?
Head beginning to drop
As weariness overcomes me
Wait who is that women?
Entering the consulting room?
I was here before her
I am here for a brain scan
What’s she here for?
Rubs eyes
Christ on a bike Its Thatcher.
I shout at her in protest
What the fuck are you doing?
I was next to see the doctor
I have got a fucking brain tumour
Excuse me sir Mrs Thatcher has got a cold
Please be a good chap and wait in line.
I shout in anger, forth the socialist revolution
And wave my fist.
The people sat next to me give me
Surprised and disapproving looks
Only joking I respond and laugh.
The hazy mists clear, the twilight lifts
In my own bedroom.
Siting up I look around the room and laugh
Playing the Neurotypical Game
Us abnormal aspies should we try to play their game?
Is it to our benefit to follow the social behaviour of the majority?
Intensity of the mind does breed insanity
Complacency of the mind breeds slave mentality
The neurotypical life is relaxed and breeds contentment
Neurotypicals go with the flow
Neurotypicals have a sunny disposition
Neurotypicals are positive
For some this game is a walk in the park
For us aspies it’s an uphill struggle
The aspergers game is far more interesting
Even though it is not straightforward
It’s no uphill struggle to fit in with the rest
But it’s certainly no leisurely stroll in the park.
Important Specifics
To state a solid opinion
To support something
To reject something
To understand something
You must do your research
You must understand what
You are talking about
But of course you don’t
Have to accept it.
A Chance Meeting in the Twilight
The mist clears, an office is revealed
Who’s that siting at the desk?
It’s him its bloody Cameron
An argument commences
I accuse him of being a robbing
Fascist insect.
He laughs it of
I try to reason with him
He says I am irrational
He says I am a lunatic
I persist in explaining to him
What he has done and
How it affects people
Suddenly I hear an alarm
My eyes open and
Get I out of bed
Ready to begin another day.
Dislocated Machinery of the Mind
Dangerously knotted threads
The thought process tied in knots
Disconnected from reality
Ridiculous questions flash through the mind
They all hate me?
They are all out to get me?
They are all conspiring against me?
Yes, yes indeed
They are all in it together?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Shakes fist.
The doctor says
Maybe a bit of convalescence
Would do you good old chap
Take a walk in the fresh air
Clear this trash from your mind.
A Eulogy for the Baroness
Let us all raise a glass
To the achievements of this
Great British lady
She rescued the property
From the majority
Impoverished millions
Destroyed peoples futures
Was responsible for the deaths of thousands
What a great lady the Baroness was
Indeed we should all remember her with fondness
And we give thanks to the mythical man in the sky
That Britain was fortunate to have such a leader
One who had the nation’s best interests at heart?
At the necessary expense of the plebs
Those who are unworthy of sophistication
Those who do not deserve to
Eat at the same tables as the great and good
She also gave everyone the opportunity to
Own their own homes
After all an Englishman’s home is his castle
Indeed a council house is a peculiar looking castle
The large amount of tax payer’s money
Spent on this ceremony of pomposity
Is indeed a justified tribute to the Baroness?
Ladies and gentleman as a sign of your respect
Please feel free to urinate on the Baronesses’ tombstone.
An Accident of Birth
Some are born into riches
Some are born into poverty
A mere stroke of luck
Or an evil stroke of misfortune
A single mother on benefits with only 10 pounds
To feed clothe and house you
Or a princess with unlimited wealth
To do more than just feed clothe and house you
Your future would be secure with a mother like that
We all love our children
So is the son of a royal couple morally superior?
To the son of a pour single mother on benefits?
I think not
All new born babies are sacred lives in infancy
In the beginning at the start of their journeys
All infant humans should be treated the same.
So I ask you, why glorify the birth of a child you are not related to?
Some of you flocked like sheep to Buckingham Palace
To hear the good news
Some of you wasted money on garden parties
For a group of rich gangsters, rich criminals
What good is that going to do?
For the unfortunate lady who has to bring up her son on 10 pounds a week?
How is it going to improve the life of an unemployed person?
How is it going to improve the life of someone on the minimum wage?
Ladies and gentleman, a royal birth is not going to “galvanise the nation”
As you so eloquently put it in the Holy Grail that is the Daily Mail
Open your eyes to see the surface deep truth of this situation.
The Most Successful Doctor
I do not speak of a doctor
With a stethoscope, in an consultation room
I do not speak of a surgeon in a hospital
I do not speak of a psychiatrist
I speak of that which is found in those close to us
The greatest doctor is the love found in friendship
A friendship that encompasses
All aspects of love
With its advice, its reassurance, its praise,
Its comfort, its constructive criticism
It’s sharp but cosy humour
The comforting company of
A long term friend
Is the best source of prescription medicine.
Tyrannical Demands
You must progress
You must move on
You must have a change of scenery
You must have something better on your CV
I will not accept no for an answer
I know what’s best for you
It’s best you do as I say
Don’t you agree?
Consummation
We all have only one life
We must be careful that life does not live us
We must be on guard against being lived by it
Have we done what we ought to do?
Or have we done what we could do?
Have we lived a life, pre-ordained by society?
Or have we achieved what instinct told us?
Have we discovered ourselves?
And truly lived life, as our true selves?
Or have we become an edited version of ourselves?
If, as an individual you feel as though you
Have completed some great project
That you yourself recognise as great
Then death loses its threat
As your life has already been consummated.
That project will live on after your death.
Hot Air
So this is a guide to morals?
The basis of metaphors
Applied to all of life’s
Decisions and actions
Hmm, hmm, very interesting indeed
Something so far removed from reality
Morality is a set of laws imposed on humanity
To make people feel guilty
Metaphysics is a term that defeats itself
How can a metaphor be physical?
Let us consign this to history
Then delete this from history.
Superficial Nonsense
We must all have the latest products
So that we can live our lives
Through strangers lives
Distracted from our own trials of life
By sport and entertainment
How illogical is this?
A person you have never met
Wins a tennis tournament
Why should that make you feel good?
You don’t know him
And you never will
Live in the reality of your own life
Focus on your own tasks
Focus on the people around you
And not the things you “need”
The Will to Power
A few psychopaths, are born with this
It does not corrupt because those
Who desire power over others are corrupt at birth.
Few actually poses this “will to power”
Most people possess a will to care for others
Most people possess a will to accept others as equal
Most people possess a genuine desire to live ethical lives.
Good people do not wish to rule over others
Usually when someone buys you a pint it’s a friendly gesture
Not a bid for psychological power
The old lady walking down the street
Has a tremendous will to power does she not.
The Grand Delusion
What a wonderful modern world we live in
Look how far advanced everything is
Compared to the primitive beginnings of humanity
Yes this modern age is something to celebrate
How truly great it is that instead of swards
We use bombs to advance
For the greater good of society.
A Vacation Advert
With its war mongering
With its fast food chains
With its corporate slave trade
With its guns in every home
With its religious fanaticism
With its fanatical racists
With its concentration camp in Cuba
With its free market attitudes
With its private only health care
With its invisible welfare state
With its disregard for human rights.
With its military driven economy
With its manufactured idols
With its big business monopolies it rules the world.
With its criminal Presidents
With its excellent constitution
With its impoverished citizens
This great nation police’s the world
With its iron fist of power
Controls and subjugates the entire race of humanity.
Murders innocent victims all over the world
Causes mass starvation and unbearable suffering.
We invite you all to enjoy
Everything this great nation has to offer.
(Plays, Star Spangled Banner)
A Dangerous Approach
If you start from the viewpoint
That you will reverse all
Accepted interpretations of history
If you seek to overturn everything
Learnt at school, as opposed to
Having a balanced neutral mind-set
From which to consider all facts
Then you could find yourself
In very dangerous territory
Shaking hands with Sauron
With a huge grin on your face
Instead of seeking the council of elves
For they say both yes and no.
Unmistakable Lunacy
How bemusing and annoying it is
When people genuinely wish to argue
In articles and blogs on the internet
That the lunatic with the ludicrous moustache
Who lead Germany from 1933-45
Was a Socialist and a Leftist
To make such a statement proves
That firstly they do not understand Socialism
Secondly they must be completely oblivious
To the fact that this so called Leftist
Was the architect of the Holocaust
Genocide is completely at odds with all left wing principles
And so is expansionist imperialism.
The only motive for writing such an article
Would be to convince people with socialist leanings to vote Conservative
Another reason for writing such insane trash could be
That the author is completely consumed by toxic madness.
A Potential Turning Point
Reaching the bottom of a self-dug hole
One has a light bulb moment
One cannot go on being negative
One must confront problems, not ignore them
One must turn adversity into opportunity.
To fill in the self-dug hole and rise above the surface
One must think proactively but realistically
Blind optimism is an adversary here
And so is blind pessimism
Careful consideration of the situation
Along with the identification of potential solutions
Will enable you to solve problems and progress.
Liam Whetstone 