CLEVER POLITICS

FREEDOM IS EVERY PERSONS DEMOCRATIC RIGHT

IF ONE CAN AFFORD TO GO ANYWHERE 

Little Sammy

Little sammy has gone to sleep
He died from a illness that caught him deep.
It is so sad he was a wonderful chap
I loved hugging him on my lap
That's where he was when he passed away, I cannot keep my sadness at bay
Two years old, so young to go, now he's gone, my life has a hole
He went from strength to weakness so quick, those days were short when he was sick.
After he passed I wasn't sure what to do, bury or cremate him didn't seem right, so I gave him to the bin men they threw him in the back.
Their truck seemed so apt, a perfect place for my little pet rat.

Good Intentions

I write for justice, for a point of view.
I don't care if all get it or just a few
I write to clear my mind to get my feelings known, if one or two understand my thoughts then please tell them to the blind.

I'm not here forever, just a short while
The same as every living life
Husband, Son, Daughter or Wife.
Be kind and care for one and other.
make apologies for misgivings
Give long and happy times together and celebrate the living.

Revolutionary Revelation

Blood flowing steadily progressively on,
through the stream, into the river, the sea and beyond
Man, adulterous fiend, grinning with deceit, nails through his hands, crown on his head
blood at your feet.
A darkening of day turning into night
storms gathering thunderously, stupendous fright.
Bow down in sorrow, cap on your head, pray for forgiveness from now until dead.
Cast into heaven or maybe to hell
Be honest in dealings and fair in ones sell.
When all is done, judgment come thy way, persecuted, hidden, as a needle in hay.
souls will be found from Easter onto may.

LOOKING UP FROM BELOW

I WANT TO BE APATHETIC
BUT I JUST DON'T CARE
I WOULD HAVE A POLITICAL VIEW
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I COULD GET A JOB
IF I WASN'T A SLOB
I'VE MADE UP MY MIND
TO SIT ON THE FENCE
I WANT AN OLD CAR
WITHOUT ANY DENTS
I WENT INTO THE LADIES
INSTEAD OF THE GENTS

Crucifixion For Show

reflection squeaky clean, an image we must show

even though we're sinking into the mire, deep in a hole

generosity appears so appealing, yet the costs are rising high, up on the ceiling

political persuasion, pointing to depression, bashing middle classes without any feeling

everyone must pay for governmental decision, own political ends, with personal ambition

changing boundaries, creating a vote, believing any of them, will place you in the boat

the poorest of all suffer the most, being blamed for daring to take from the host

capitalism is ending it's days, coming to a finish, following socialistic views, crumbling to diminish 

excrement is excrement whichever colour they paint it, pretty on the surface, looking not within it

millionaires making money from corrupt decisions, bright blue sky idealism's, sparkling remissions

believers mostly take in all there is on offer, grabbing a bargain in the shop, a pound or a tenner

while the rule maker's change they're lives, extracting what is good,

muggers keep on mugging, boys from the hood.

unemployment rises high for another political game, creating a competitive fight, 

decreasing wage, Tory right, always the bloody same.

eradication of a welfare state leaving poverty in it's place, good looking ministers, smiles on their face

when all has been done and their's no more to say, people will follow people, come what may

ask more questions, seek more knowledge don't give in to them for a bowl of sweet porridge

living apathetically while governments change your lives, will leave you as a slave serving their wives.

future lives in Britain can only get more harsh, one know's we have no say, when they build an Olympic stadium on a marsh.

one small man is stronger with two, five thousand people can change a political view.

crucifying capitalism along with the wealthy, give your lives to being kind and supplement the many

Bethnal Green

Knock it down, Build it up
Pie and mash, Razor Cut
Eels and liquor, Salt beef stew
The real Eastenders
Beat the fuck out of you
Not the Eastend as it is now,But the Eastend as it was then
Boxing clubs all around, hard men in suits, hidden underground,
Foot Soldiers collecting dues, hard bastards, stirring up feuds,
Pawn shops there were a few along with a Population of wealthy Jews, Christian churches, Congregation of gangs, taking prayers then onto gang bangs
Pigs Heads and trotters, hanging in the butchers, Specialised tailors cleaning up sutures.
Racketeering, A percentage taken, leave them some to not leave them broken.
Pay your way or disappear, complete a column underneath Southend pier.
all said and done, there were those good, not involved but understood.
Living lives as good people do, working jobs in the East End Zoo.

Genealogical history

Roman or Greek
Muscleman or Meek
Christian,Muslim or sikh
Whatever flavour bubblegum you chew
naturally historical and true
the family you genealogically knew
Came from a descendant of Jew

SISTERS

Though your distance is far from me
I hear you hurting desperately
I feel your heart break at a quarter to eight
Mine does too but I'm asleep, tired from work and what I ate.
My eyes while shut, heard you sobbing, emptiness your going through
woeful feeling that comes from loss, numbness left since we haven't had you
gone are the day's of joyful play, family noise, from us girls and boys
I made a promise set to keep, that I would not forget them while you sleep
thinking of you everyday, a cherished compassion in your thoughtful way

never will I be without, the thought of you and what your about

a person in half though I be, thank god for my sisters that look out for me.

Think Again

Though a rich man I may be,
Within my life's a cavity,
A hole with which I'll never fill,
The speed of man without the wheel,
The family living over there, work so hard for an equal share,
Unemployed is what they are, without a television,phone or car,
His wife disabled that's no lie,
"Scrounge off the nation all the time"
My neighbours discreetly scowl and stare,"look at They're scruffy face and hair", "They have no money not even shoes", "why should we work to pay their dues",
I thought about this seriously and I can see how judgemental folks can be.
Although disabled that woman is, she washes by hand happily,
no debt or loan do they have by name. no secret fiddling, not on the game.
 If you say I work and pay tax for them, then take your time and think again. There's lots of people with so much cash, especially Cameron with his stash.
if you want to take your anger out, then take it on them with plenty, create a world that shares the wealth, helping those without good health.
Eight millionaires in the cabinet are not good leaders for us all, They don't care about you, they're never likely to share they're money pool.
A country that cuts from the weak, is the poorest country of them all, inhumane, unhappy, with a nasty streak. A man and woman, so desperate for suicide, from a government that's guilty of genocide.

CAPTIVATED

Living life as light as snow
Follow where the wind doth blow
Up high with tightened chest
Down low with bated breath
Senses heightened with the dream
Intricately sliced in a minute stream
Hallucinating pictures, colourful glare
Eyes translucent in a stare
Diamonds sparkle in the night
Ghostly Spiritual, images fight
Lucy swooning misty clouds
Dissipating thunderously loud
Harkening downward flight to hell
Crescendoing sound convincing sell
Tricked into a joyous haze
Believing magic, ending days

Euro

Europe is dead, don't tell a lie, it cannot be saved so why do you try
Greece is the start of the future ahead, Spain will soon follow whatever next
Market's are collapsing, leaders will fall, countries will tumble into the hole
The euro is spent, the dollar will follow, people will suffer, tummies left hollow
stop telling lies to families of men, capitalism's death will be death of us all
Earth in confusion, millions distraught, the filthy rich richer the children left naught
welcome the Deutsche Mark, Lira and Drachma, return to the fold of countries
much nearer.
change the name of money to love give people freedom get rid of that stuff

billions have power over singular health, take it away and spread the whole wealth.

THE LAST LAUGH

Emotionally disturbed from a trauma in life, expect to other people, seems rather trife
dedicated to uncertain future ahead, leading to what, has not come instead.
continue my friend, intricately send, a message to Rome or Venice
travel under the bridge of sighs, on a barge sending death to Clarice
the body of love entwined in a corpse with a demon that grasps at your soul
bereaved as loss of one so fraught, vine round a neck passionately sought
possession from hell taking evil desire to the lake of descent and burning in fire
hung from a gibbet, bodily bruised, went straight to heaven, the lords angels amused
people detest every fibre of breath that comes from your mouth and out of your chest
Satan has lost the right to the soul of a person who's life's captivated to hell.

traitorously tricked, forgiveness in sin, demon in hell, in spirit his win.

Bizarre

I woke up as if in a dream, your life was gone or so it seemed
I shook you firmly and called you loud, you did not stir, not a sound
The ambulance came and took you to hospital. Blue lights flashing, sirens and all. You lay there quiet, I whispered in your ear, you just lay there still, I held you near
so distraught emotionally collapsed
if death is for you my life would be trash
the doctors led me into the ward,
You were lying there silent, I rushed by your side. Then by some miracle you opened your eyes, I said to you through my tears, "where have you been"? You answered promptly without any knowledge "that was a good sleep, can you make some porridge"?

Rabbit Roadkill

Rabbit in the headlights, looking at me,
Rabbit in the road, that I couldn't see.
It was so dark, when you came from the trees, straight out, in front, too near to breathe
I tried to stop to some degree, all within the bounds of my own safety.

I have had enough of this stupid life
I wish I was in a field somewhere in fife
There is plenty of food up there to go round, not like this wood it's hardly to be found
Oh good there's a car coming this way, I'll run out of trees so come what may, right in front of it, coz I'm so depressed, said the little beige rabbit with white on his chest.

The two came together, sad story to know, rabbits have feelings and cars skid in snow. A C3 smashed hard into a tree, a man died and went to heaven, a rabbit chose to end it on a peaceful road in Devon.

Fortunately Persuasive

American friend, a letter I send, no reply, consider it a by
Jewish meeting, secretly seeking, the truth is there, out there somewhere
Italian singer, opera within her, bursting out in song, overpowering some, Romeo among
French foreign legion, joined by a nation, fighting as one, cut out a tongue
Swiss like to ski, living in peace, forever up high, never obese
Greeks are so rich, Europe's arse bitch, they like to screw, Holidays for you
Germans are swine's with power on mind's, controlling every person, slight smile as if chosen
Russia so poor, agriculturally sore, had it so rough, future is buff
Spanish omelette, potatoes in it, basques or catalan,  depends if they can.
English are kings, educated has beens, great in the past, never did last.
Norwegian are strong, viking's they are, long hair, big bra's, fine for them, if they weren't men.
it's an irrelevant insult from a biased view, thank heavens for god, who know's all about you
live another day, persuasion my way, choose to be nice, clean up your vice
my crazy frickin' mind, donating a dime, sometimes sublime, never on time.