Evening Standards...

The sign in the supermarket says
shoplifters will be prosecuted
That’s the law and crime don’t pay
unless you do it cutely.


Whilst its wrong to take a mars bar
or packs of cheep old noodles
It’s cool to have a sweatshop
making super discount sandals.


Both Bush and Blair they take a stand,
against yer man Sadahm.
He’s oh so bad, and not like us
Falklands Vietnam.

His dangerous ways and cruelty,
were wrong and it’s that simple
You cannot justify murdering,
Unless they’re not your people.


Take some standards, times by two,
and act like you don’t have a clue.
Surely if you lead a nation,
you should know of your intention.


Is it power, is it oil
or just something to pass the time?
Who gives a shit? not you pair
as you plunge the world into despair.


Explain what you are fighting for?
Tell us why you started war?
How do you ever sleep at night?
How do your wrongs end up right?


It seems to me, you’re lying shits
Self serving dirty hypocrites
And Georgie hang your head in shame
That big boy Blair’s been ‘round again.


It’s all Blair’s fault he’s led astray lead astray
My Georgie couldn’t be to Blame
He knows not what he does you see
Yet he runs the bloody cunt-er-e.


I swear it is the strangest thing,
a human puppet with no sting
- that you can see but it’s still there.
To flick the switch of world warfare.

oh, oh not again...

Once again my head is a wreck.
Once again my mind is done.
As logic’s replaced by frustration.
Bound up and drowning in procrastination.

Nothing is a good idea
In a fuzzy frenzy like we have here.
Again the wheels no longer roll
But linger in their gutter hole.

Can’t say I like it, not one bit.
Truth be told I feel like shit.
I don’t want hugs or sympathy,
Some voodoo cat is twisting me.

Round and round and up and down.
I’ll paint a smile but feel a frown.
As all I know comes crashing down.
Behind my back without a sound.

Happiness slid on as I slept
left a lid of the jar were it was kept.
In its place resides a curse.
It’s with me now and getting worse.

It’s my lot to live these days
Happiness comes but seldom stays.
Just floats around and picks it’s time.
Teases and pleases my fragile mind.

What can I say, what can I do?
At times I see others that feel it too.
It’s some release to share this pain
And smile a while ‘till it’s back again.