Wednesday, 7 April 2021

SO SUPERIOR # 3

It’s ok to feel superior

To foreigners and heretics

As poisoning play’s little part

In British politics

ARE YOU WEARING A POLICEMAN’S HAT?

 

Are you wearing a policeman’s hat?

And you don’t get fed up with that

When they ask about your bobby’s hat

“Does your head reach the top of that?”

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 291

 

Blow wind, blow

And go, mill, go

I heard the miller cry

But I don’t know why

He needs wind to grind

He’s clearly lost his mind

I know he has corn

To grind before dawn

And I know it’s hectic

But the Mill is electric

So, he should know

If the wind did blow

The sails would be still

And it won’t turn the mill

COMPASSIONLESS

 

When I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia

I said I felt no sympathy for their plight

Flies busy around eyes nose and mouth

I said I felt nothing certainly not contrite

Why did they still have babes at the breast?

Making babies after four years of famine

They could make babies but not find food

Suffering in ways I could not imagine

I refused to be affected by the images

When I saw aids sufferers on television

I was Angry at the emotional blackmail

I said that my heart felt no compassion

 

When I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia

I said I felt no sympathy for their plight

Flies busy around eyes nose and mouth

I said I felt nothing certainly not contrite

Why did they still have babes at the breast?

Making babies with lesions on the skin

They could make babies despite illness

Suffering in ways I could not imagine

I refused to be affected by the images

When I saw aids sufferers on television

I was Angry at the emotional blackmail

I said that my heart felt no compassion

 

When I see the suffering in the world

I feel helplessness for their awful plight

Flies busy around eyes nose and mouth

Because they had no strength left to fight

Of course, they still had babes at the breast

Because making babies is just life continuing

They could still make babies despite all

Suffering in ways beyond my imagining

It’s impossible not to be affected by images

When I see the suffering on television

Despite the cruel emotional blackmail

Of course, my heart feels compassion

POTTY TIME

Why do people point to their wrists?

When asking for time checks

But they don't point to their crotch

When they’re busting their necks

TIME TO WED

Love is one long sweet

Period of dreaming

And marriage

Is the alarm clock ringing

VERY HEROIC

 

A coward is nothing

But a hero merely

With a wife, kids

And a mortgage clearly