Poem: Once, in a Different Year
Once, in a different year,
there was nothing to fear,
life was a playground
of men, wine, and beer.
Once, in a different year,
he climbed the Tor, saw the seer,
looked into her shining glass,
took away a scheme as souvenir.
Once, in a different year,
he was somewhere else, not here,
not imprisoned by his ailing body,
healthy, strong, leading all to new frontiers.
Poem: Every human being has a longing to be free that cannot be controlled by legislation or debt
Sometimes we all
unless we’re rich
want to take
those letters,
catalogues,
beggings and threatenings
that land on the mat
advertising this,
proselytising that,
billing us for something or other,
making us feel guilty
or, most likely, overwhelmed
and throw them
each and every one
along with all our old receipts,
expired guarantees,
birthday cards and get well cards and congratulations! cards
into a big metal bin
and then set them on fire
and watch them
burn, burn, burn,
our troubles and headaches,
predatory capitalist insanity,
the wanking banking credit crunch,
our modern borrowed lives of lies,
crumpled tissue paper,
and slighty soiled sticking plaster
going up in thick,
black
whorls of smoke,
liberating us from disharmony,
discontent and slavery,
sticking two fingers up
to the Faceless Ones who feed
on every man, woman and child,
on all the animals that walk,
crawl
and swim,
on the plants and planet,
and say to them,
go hungry you motherfuckers!
This shop’s closing down,
no more for you here,
so go. Lie down. Disappear.
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