bullies

billy the bully sits on a throne
with only one space he sits there alone
although those beneath him are physically there
this bully's no vision of power to share

he's in every classroom and workplace and street
billy's the one that you don't want to meet
in tim id ation and threats are the norm
for billy to brag himself top of the form

for those who are bullies there's one thing they dread
as sycophants fade no more to be bled
they'll be no compassion to pity their plight
as their deeds of 'success' are seen in new light

and those bullied few who've survived and still write
will rise up with rancour and rejoin the fight

I've met some tossers in my time
and now there's one just up the line.
Bulging ego; an elephant in the room;
as if I might be leaving soon.
I do like elephants but this one's white,
so I'll not be going without a fight,
(nor easily hung out to dry)
I'd like a thick skin but emotions are high.
 Anger burns and ice cuts deep
 And no one wins except deceit.
 Bullies look to cause most pain
 And maximise financial gain
So when the house of cards does tumble
They’ll be no room where they can grumble
Whistles blowing loud and clear
Consequence of little fear
And strong determination

Sum mit up?

Dicey Dave dives once more into the mesh of multi-cultur-al
sends his bulldog eric pickle, armed with hammer but no sickle, to bash and crash and cause alarm.
what a waste of all that flesh making nothing but a mess as all tough tories strive to show that 'oh yes they'll stem the flow' of those that queue and want to work, decrying nothing,
add their culture to our pot; throw their efforts to our lot, even though we're driven down;


no petrol left to cruise the town as Maude filled jerry to the brim,
saves us from sharing with the poor, out of work they'll ask for more
but George O will not let them suffer, just as long as they stay in the gutter,
well away from tax avoiders, bullingdon maulers,trust fund hoarders, eton boarders and the filthy rich;
water's rationed so they cant come clean just yet but watch the space,transmogrify apace, deface that



Dave and George O hurtle into space created by the turmoil they unleashed; the slash and burn, the crass destructive test of market forces, the sacrifice of millions on the dole, youth and students sucked into the hole; nhs and education tatters
but nothing matters.... the libs weep and see too late their catastrophic streak, with 'it's our only chance'and 'it wont come again' emblazoned on their shrouds
but nothing happens....

this week

bloody cold, if truth be told but cant have too much of that or the daily mail will smell a rat and see one too where ere they can or spout their lies to leveson

Mails ann leslie on qt, shouting down a sceptic crowd though looking ready for a shroud espousing thatcher's bile of old and proving that she's not yet cold just resting in dementia; time to light the fire

Once more....

Once more unto the breach dear friends once more
One Mili band of brothers, Ed with Balls has rallied to the cry;
Cooper and Healey race to save the day and Eagles soar,
And Burnham will to Dunsinane or with Alexander stay to view the field of English dead
sacrifice of cameron, clegg and cable; osborned under an Autumn sky.

Whose blood is this that drips from welfare's shirt and stains the house with red?
can only be the weaker and the poor which pay the fee
whilst lords so rich to havens they will flee
resting only to collect some tax allowances
to speed the way and nestle over seas
cradled in the stink and foulest deed
dishonoured banks that hedge such selfish greed
that festers 'til the end when truth will out;
our gallant few will lead a con-dem rout.

Laser Gang

‘LASER GANG’S RACIST TAUNTS AND THREATS’
(Central Somerset Gazette 29/07/2010)

Glastonbury - the place to be,
tolerant of difference in our society,
warm and welcoming, whoever you are,
a traveller from Weare or in a hippy car,
witches and druids, no one’s out of place,
unless of course we talk about race,
then, it seems, there is a different fate.

Roma, black or asian treated to hate
by terrorists who terrify those they do not rate.
Living safe in Glastonbury, having lots of ‘mates’,
with megaphones and laser guns the weaponry to scare.

You know these people; you need to stand and stare
at someone’s sons and daughters, maybe just next door?
Go and ask the questions, listen out for more
note disgraceful actions, tell all when its found
or jeopardise the 'unity of being' in the town,
sap serenity itself, drive visitors away.
Step forth and be counted, let your anger claim the day.
Challenge, check and testify things done in your name
or the fantasy of Glastonbury will be forever stained.
A diversity collective is what makes it hum and thrive;
lose that sense, the question is, how does the town survive?

on moving on

Spitting venom; wielding a broom,
shards of hatred pierce the room
ricochet dangerously, seeking the target
finding the focus is not stone hearted
but angered by mimicry scorn and display
blinded by clarity just turns away.

Little by little, bit by bit,
relationship splinters, scatters and hits,
destroying the values, the love and the trust.
Damaged, dysfunctional, best left to rust.

Forensically sifting through previous pain,
needing to highlight that insight was gained,
so able to indicate just who to blame;
best move away quietly, to board the next train.