My life is one great big no communication zone,
Even at home,
With the wifi we own.
No life, no friends, no social skills of any kind,
It's a bind
When I feel left behind.
I love people, people love me, and it's free,
But they flee
When the going gets tough and bloody
Inspired by English exercise to write a news report
In an astounding interview yesterday the Foreign Secretary, Boris Johnson, apologised for his involvement in the Brexit campaign.
He said “It is clear people were misled badly over the consequences of Brexit. I deeply and humbly apologize for my role in this deception and will do all I can to fix the mess I’ve made.”
He went on to say that he feels it is his “responsibility” to initiate a vote of “no confidence” in the Prime Minister, Teresa May. “In these times of crisis, it is clear that my Right honourable friend is not up to the task of providing the “strong and stable leadership” we need. El dolce est decorum… or some other meaningless Latin expression to baffle the stupid.”
When asked how he intends to fix it, he answered “I will urge for a second referendum and lead the Remain campaign.”
In response to this announcement LBC presenter and former UKIP leader, Nigel Farage, dragged himself away from his pint to say “I think it is a very noble and courageous act that Boris has performed today. It is bravery like this that demands my full support and convinces me that Boris would be an excellent prime minister.”
Michael Gove was unavailable for comment, though he could be heard screaming “Devious bastard!” from within his parliamentary office.
Nothing, Like You
By JFarrell
I am not the messiah
I am not a celebrity
Not wealthy, not important; I am
Nothing, like you
I am not particularly intelligent
Nor talented, special or anything other than average
I am a nobody; I am
Nothing, like you
I am a faceless, voiceless, meaningless statistic
A number on a piece of paper
It is cost effective to give me
Nothing, like you
Nothing; empty; space; absent; irrelevant;
Nothing; zero; zilch; sweet F. A.
I am absolutely
Nothing, just like You.
A Change is a Coming
(inspired by a Bob Dylan masterpiece)
Can you feel it in the air?
A subtle change in temperature;
A noticeable change in the wind;
An electrical charge in the atmosphere;
Change is a coming.
North Korean nuclear tension;
An Arab spring, turned to ISIS slaughter;
Right wing groups, vocal, and on the rise;
Young people stabbing each other to death;
A change is a coming.
The West feasts until it vomits, to feast again,
While the rest of the world starves;
The West closes its borders,
Abandoning the world;
Change is coming.
Change is coming;
But, is it the change we need?
It’s not a change I like the look of;
The world does need a change,
But a change for the better,
For all.
Change is a coming.
New world order
Every city have a border
Mfm is penny hoarder
More games
Less brains
More debt
Less resistance
More slavery
Less bravery
Broken dreams
Comission streams
Numbers over names
Charts and statistics
Life is cheap
Runned by the barels
Mass production
For consuption
Infusion fed mushroom
Color lies
Poisoned fries
Tamed faces
Unsecure places
Lab viruses flies
Boxed lifes
Moving one way lines
Wrong directions
Fake reflections
Less words used
More guns abused
Kids can't choose
Nothing else to loose
Childhood is app
Battery always low
Uniformed choices
Silenced voices
Caged souls
Fight wrong wars
Peace banned
Closed doors
Paradise lost
Profit by any cost
Oh, how they travel!
Fast like a wildfire and with a burn far superior.
Oh, how they begin!
Should not those lips burn with such flavor?
And though words fall like poison,
whispered like snakes and gentle
wind; and then they all unfold.
Dare you say another word?
Bound by the cities
Bound by another one's pity's
Expect a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
And I'll take you as walking money
I see you as a pretty big funny
We and I, all have found our place
And you my dear, have barely found a face
Bound to me, and to my briefcase
I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace
Find the comfort in another's eyes
But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise
Find a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
Stuck in a rut
With no qualities, not knowing what
Who are you and what are you in this city?
Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?
Expect a place to see
Or expect us to be mean
For you are bound
What goes around, comes around
You are stuck here, forever with me
With no voice, or founding plea
For you are bound
My slave, to paint my sacred ground
Fearing for the breath I've wasted,
partnerships I've complicated,
feelings spoken, understated,
notes that had been mistranslated;
I thought it best to rein by choice
the strident mewling of my voice
and after which I could rejoice,
as those I'd lost returned to me.
Like waves colliding with the shore,
my words will light upon their door
and press themselves against the floor
to pass beneath and beg, implore
their presence to return to mine.