Friday, January 18, 2019

№ 512: Pandora's Pithos (a pithy pity)

You can’t think yourself out of instinct.
Procreate. You know the drill.
Thinking, at best, helps you tread water,
postponing drowning in seas of “godswill”.
Einstein and Darwin, (in theory) knew better,
but stuck with the program down to the letter.

Predestination, evolution and FATE —
leave little room for free will.
Everyone's born back of ball number eight.
Set expectation to nil.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

№ 511: Off The People, Buy The People, Gore The People

The Divine Right of Kings
is one of those things.
If you are king
you are for it.
If you are not,
you deplore it.

If you are a noble
with your own castle
opposing the king
may be a hassle
but it is well-known
nobles are prone
to killing kings
and stealing thrones,
gaining renown,
their names written down
as Cæsars of kingdoms
and stealers of crowns.

If you're a peasant,
your life is not pleasant,
you have to toil
working the soil.
A man of no season,
who can't feel fulfilled
and nobody notices
when you get killed.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

№ 510: The Devil. . .You Know?

Guardian: Diabolical liberty? Anger over Spanish city's 'friendly' devil


Petition launched over Segovia sculpture on grounds it is not ‘repulsive’ enough


It is really too easy
to sit and “Hrumpf”
saying this demon
is Spain's Donald Trumpf.
Perhaps not the torso,
pudgy but shaped. . .
bronze skin does go well 
with gold White House drapes.

Yards of old fabric
we can replace.
Dispense with them quickly
with Pence in his place.
(And to our chagrin
a worse problem begins.)


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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

№ 509: #UsToo?

If you're a guy
you're naturally lazy,
love makes you stupid,
sex makes you crazy.

Women tend,
more or less,
to be Venuses.
Sadly, men trend
on the whole
to be penises.

Monday, January 14, 2019

№ 508: A Brexit State Of Mind

England is for the English,
not the Irish, the Scots or the Welsh.
It is not for bloody Cornishmen
nor for anyone else.
It was never for Cæsar's Legions,
who also were here long before
we Angles with a few Saxons*
conquered this stony sea shore
whilst speaking a sort of Danish
which no one here then understood
they read the blood on our swords to say
Vi planlægger at bo her for godt.
When some of our distant cousins
wanted to join in the fun
we were now proper Englishmen
so we fought them and easily won
after a few generations
but centuries before
Norwegian King Harald Hardrada
created a minor furore
when he invaded this green peaceful isle
and for his pains got himself killed
by our good King Harold Godwinson
who proved of the two the more skilled
then some three weeks thereafter
a hasty arrow pierced the royal eye
fired from the bow of a Norman Frog
causing our last real king to die.
This was a disaster heaven forfend
the Age of the Angles came to its end
our ancient order was overthrown
William the Bastard ascended the throne
our Dansk sprog was Frenchified  
unhappy happenstance. 
That is the real reason  
we true English hate France.

Yes, England must always be English
though it's not now and never was.
Not that these things really matter.
The truth in fact seldom does.
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*Jutes, too. But the Jutes are traditionally ignored.