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| Just Jack The Freakin Juice! |
jack the juice
science such a heartless affair
when unvaccinated people croak
how they weep like jilted lovers swear
life's but a joke
badly played their hands are
good but chance
lets them down they
wager everything
on conspiracy theories plans
doomed to go wrong
just because they don’t
believe in Big
Bang or figure God’s an
astronaut
doesn't render common
sense a pig
headed resort
jack the juice before it ends in debt
never mind the risk statistics damned
lies but still those
folks who draw their last
breath see the past
not the future heaven
won’t forgive
their mistakes cos Earth is
no roulette
table round but flat this
much for proof
gambling with death
*
not a verse to rhyme
who would like to know
how I met the universe
coming through the glen
nobody I see
by this show of hands the world
ain’t a-listening yet
class dismissed go home
work if you insist the rest
meeting in the bar
on my own again
alpha channels beta verse
standing in for friends
tell you what I hear
Solid Air with feedback loops
coming through the glen
*
blame the game
France Byelorussia Turkey
all
citing different reasons wring
their hands
while your shuffling star-crossed
wander-hordes
move with the tides
ride the flow of
propaganda wars
urging families off
foreign shores
trailed by Suckerbook
& Murdoch’s press
gangs it’s a mess
let’s reorganise this
chaos blame
something else for
instance solar flares
polar bears or hungry
fish no less
climate’s a shame
since we’re playing state
Monopoly
move the top hat back to
Old Kent Road
Baltic Avenue across the
pond
Mortgage-on-sea
tarot cards for property the
fates
bought & sold like
children saved by odds
roll the dice it’s double
six or quits
hands of the gods
*
Kop doubt 2
depression
forecast
sometimes
justice serves mankind
fair
& square the dirty worms
heaven
opens suddenly
christening
all
while
injustice entertains
everywhere
a cruel wind
zigzags
through the tenements
scorching
& blind
those
it spares deserve no less
punishment
than victims caught
out
in parks or shrivelled while
skulking
indoors
neither
justice nor its dark
sibling
seem to give a thought
folks
who've lived without a care
heaped
with rewards
so
adherents get on down
worshipping
the roll of dice
cos
there’s nothing for it now
send
out the clowns
circus
comes to town
whose
United Nations do they claim
everyone
is represented there
even
those that couldn’t give a damn
putting
climate matters to a vote
just
like politicians who should know
something’s
gotta bubble to the top
quite
the beauty contest but for split
skirts
& bathing suits it's barefaced cheek
versus
downright lying here’s our host
circus
master to the ring of truth
Hovis
Bunsen your half-baked half burnt
psycho
killer qu’est que c’est who quotes
ancient
Greek in plain vernacular
jesting
not his gestures many words
said
whenever wisdom springs to mind
optimism
preached
let’s
be honest John
sun’s
come up we get to choose
give
or take a moon
surely
there’s enough
time
for one more game of bowls
then
we’ll see them off
that’s
the spirit faint
heart
ne’er won fair maiden our
move
take courage chaps
think
of Robbie Bruce
or
once more unto the breech
channel
English dead
foreign
fields & all
strap
me in Excalibur’s
out
lead on Macduff
coda
reached at last
what
you gonna say
when
the population hits
half
a trillion eh
blame
the rabbits my
foot
they’re promising these new
all
electric cars
wow
I want one now
not
a decade on I’m old
Jeeves
don’t spare the nags
thirteen
years ago
bought
a diesel hatchback big
deal
five times she’s blown
up
the engine’s cracked
clean
they lied & we believed
fools we are that’s all
*
unrattled eh
those whose postulating words
cry in modulated tones
hushingly & hardly heard
rattle my bones
not that I’m a paragon
no one’s champion orator
nor am I adept at songs
happen I bore
harp on tortured themes like war
refugees celebrities
scratch the underwriters’ law
damming their eyes
not for me adoring flocks
lauding nuanced feats of pen
read by those who like in blocks
paid for in yen
no there’s neither rhyme nor rock
reasoning these thoughts disturb
ain’t a bit poetic sock
puppets on herbs
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