The Earth is rare,
And there’s rare
earth there
With long
dead forests
To frack,
drill and mine
To warm the
world
And poison the
air
Until all
the carbon’s done.
Then we’ll
dig up the lithium
Whilst those
who still live
Can get irradiated
By the
nuclear waste
That we’ve created.
It’s like
watching a toddler
Put a finger
Into an electric
socket.
Such a
beautiful planet
With so many
idiots on it.
Today was one of those
Days, I suppose.
It got right
up my nose,
Like a greedy
maggot
Crawling towards
my brain.
I had to
painfully pick it out,
Throw it on
the floor
And squash it
into organic mess;
Which was
what the whole day was,
Total shite.
Bored man
Waiting for
a van
That never
came.
Definitely total
shite.
But at least
I saw a red kite
Regain its
ancestral place
Skilfully flying
Forktailed over
London.
When things
go wrong
Sometimes they
can be put right again.
Disrespectful parakeets squawk in the garden,
Washing machine
and radio mumble on,
The first
washing away biological evidence with soap,
The second
erasing dissent with propaganda.
And so a
dynasty rolls on over me,
Like a
driverless tank,
Or a blind
elephant with a felon chained to its foot.
Whatever I think
or say,
I’m still
subjected to having to be a disloyal subject.
The mundane
morning sounds erase
My republican
dreams.
An immaculately dressed assassin
Stands beneath
the red leaved tree.
Her beautiful
suit
Of grey and
brown feathers
Perfectly fitting
and subtly understated.
She bows her head and plucks
The breast
of her victim.
A pigeon pinned
down
By her sharp
taloned feet.
I have seen the
angel of death.
