RIP Michael Jackson
The last crotchgrab done
The final incisions closed,
on a life of extremes
There is no doubt
that you were
off the wall
and
as barmy
as a bagful of badgers
but
unlike the white boys
who copied you
at least you really could dance.
What a shame then
that you couldn’t find peace
within your own skin
and know
you were not alone
and that
it would always have been okay
to just be yourself.
your unhappy and changing face
or suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageously low
self esteem
which made you
cut
yourself
off from a world
that wouldn’t leave you alone
because,
honestly,
most people thought
it would be pretty cool
to live in Neverland
even if the media
always seemed
to be giving you a hard time.
So now it is you
who is gone too soon
although some might say
you’ve already
been gone awhile.
about you sleeping in a glass coffin
and touching up little boys
I think in general
you did more good than harm
and deserved
better press
So beat it then,
you smooth criminal
who helped many people
make that change,
but who didn’t
heal the world
and even if there was
less thriller in you
than there should have been
for the last twenty years
The world will still tap feet
come together
and rock with you
for evermore
Moonwalk your way
to a better place.
It’s probably for the best
that you never grew up,
that you could be remembered
for what you were
and not what you
would have become.
I’m sorry about
the way we made you feel
but at least now
you will stay
the little boy who
blamed it on the boogie
and rocked our world
who need scream no more
for at least
the endless pain
of your difficult reality
is over now,
whilst for the rest of us
the beat goes on….
The Great British Government Expenses Fraud
British Chancellor of the Exchequer, Alistair Maclean Darling, a politician with a name so ill-fitting you wonder how anyone ever took him seriously and if that might be the reason why he seems so driven to condescend, has repaid his immoral expenses claim but will face no charges because ‘he didn’t really do anything wrong’.
So, why pay it back? If the rules said he could have it, what’s the problem?
After all, it was only a few hundred pounds, nothing much, barely a microbe in the pond where cleaning your moat or damp-proofing your boyfriend’s house for thousands was also ‘within the rules’, but it is still a sad indictment of the kind of people we elect to represent us, and although he is the most high profile, he is still just one in a myriad of venerable souls who all thought that they were above standard definitions of morality and entitled to fiddle the public purse as they pleased.
Dozens of them.
All elected and paid for by the average British working taxpayer.
Benefit fraud….? I suspect we’ll never know but it looks that way from where I’m standing… Outrageous? No doubt. Unacceptable? Well… you would have thought so, wouldn’t you?
Except that we will accept it, we will swallow it down like a hunk of rotting beef rather than go hungry or take action to find fresh, uncorrupted meat for the future.
After all, deep down, if ever we get the chance, wouldn’t we all do the same thing? Aren’t the trappings of wealth what we should all be aspiring too? The moat, the bespoke duckhouse, the gilt monogrammed well cover…. aren’t these all things that everyone who is rich should have?
So why don’t we all have them?
Why are we still living in a world of can-have-will-haves and can’t-haves?
What went wrong with the ‘trickle down’ economics about which we were all so optimistic/dubious, but also powerless to prevent?
Sadly I’m forced, once again, to wonder just how many of the world’s outwardly respectable leadership are no more than petty thieves and liars troughing at the bucket for anything they can get, damn their principles and their constituent voters.
After all, we, the masses, are simply too stupid, too easily led, to blind and too deluded by wealth to expect better, aren’t we?
Perhaps it’s time we read the barn wall and realised that the writing up there has changed. The sheep might bleat, ‘four legs good, two legs better’, but they would be wrong, a pig is still a pig no matter how much single malt it drinks….
All our hopes for a world built on integrity and excellence slip further into the capitalist mire by the day. One can only shrug one’s shoulders and wonder if there is anyone left to blame…..
Trickle Down Blame in the Church of the Poisoned Kind by Carey Lenehan
In the midst of ephemeral recession,
each must ask themselves why….
why is how,
for against better reason, one thing is clear;
It is we, the working classes who,
with exquisite mediocrity,
during the rampant rule of
triumphant exploitative principle,
fail to grasp the generous opportunity afforded us
by the wealthy,
to improve our impoverishment
and catch the trickles we were fed
when wealth became too great,
for the rich to hold in their hands.
Had we worked harder,
sold our souls more readily,
cast aside morality
and valued wealth over life,
as they have so long done,
some paltry portion of their richesse
would have come to us
as a faltering drip,
like phlegm from a hayfevered nose,
a taste of the other,
a glimpse of utopia,
flat screen TV’s,
greener grass to gaze at and wish fervently for
but
because value has so corrupted
and in these days of quantitive easing,
where 1 + 1 equals 5,
on a derivative scale,
instead of trickled down wealth,
we have only to receive
the trickled down blame
from the venerable sermonisers
of the Church of the Poisoned Kind.
Bank Bosses Are Criminals
After the attack on the home of the former RBS Chairmen in Edinburgh by a group calling itself ‘Bank Bosses Are Criminals’ are we seeing the start of a violent backlash against the greedy instigators of our world’s demise?
AIG bonus benefitters have been sending back handfuls of cash, some of them, quite possibly in fear for their lives and the safety of their families after a US newspaper published addresses of the homes of several who had received government bailout money in retention bonus form.
When the system promotes usury, there is always payback. Until we design an economy based on a fair return for a fair exchange and governments are forced by law to be utterly transparent and accountable, we will not be able to stop the money men from stealing our earnings. It’s time to stop accepting the staus quo and demand a better economic system for the future.
Bailout Busters
by Carey Lenehan
Infatuated with the tangled twine of ancient embezzlement,
moribund in extremity, and gushing in their excuses
the orotund wastrels of frippery, who value only excess,
rest apprehended in the process of meaningless extraction,
count their shrinking waistlines
and ruminate on their profuse gluttony
Across the spooked cities of a shrinking world,
the masses, in excessive harmony,
befuddled by hypnotic politispeak
and seeking symphonies of revenge,
watch mesmerised in eerie silence
as pinstripe suited actuaries
draw immoral lines between prosperity
and its muddled brother, greed.
The Obama Deception
I’ve just finished watching the new Alex Jones film, ‘The Obama Deception’. You can find it readily on the web.
It’s probably interesting to those who knew nothing about the Bilderbergers, the Trilateral Commission or the CFR, or who still remain uninformed about the extent to which international bankers are manipulating politics globally, or who can’t see for themselves the connections to Wall Street and long-term corruption issues afflicting most of the new White House appointees, but it is also true to say that there’s nothing particularly new being said in the film.
However, I suppose if a thousand previously uninformed people watch it and educate themselves, then it’s probably been worth the effort, although there appears to me to be, even for Alex Jones, a marked lack of balance or factual verification in the movie, so even the convinced might get tired half way through. Anyone who has already been informing themselves over the last five years (most of AJ’s Truthers would be in this category) will not find anything surprising or new here.
Alex Jones reminds me of a character in Stephen King’s apocalyptical novel ‘The Stand’. Anyone who’s read it will identify. Alex Jones is ‘The Monster Shouter’, the crazy survivor in his underpants running the streets with a placard shouting ‘The Monsters are Coming, The Monsters are Coming!’ in the midst of the worst disaster ever to affect the USA. Ironically, with his very shouting, the Monster shouter made monsters out of a bunch of other survivors who beat him to death with his own placard. Watch out Alex.
We can and should accept that the world has been stitched up when we weren’t looking by a bunch of bankers, principally those surrounding JP Morgan, Rothschild and the Rockefellers. The Fedman Sachs Reserve and it’s ex-employees are still running things, only now they are running them into a cess pit for their own ends. I’ve known this for a long time now and am largely unsurprised by the turn of current world events. It means that it is also no real surprise to see which of the big institutions are surviving this, clearly manufactured, credit catastrophe. They are those on the right side of the MRR fence. Citigroup, AIG, Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs and anyone who has been in bed with them in an intimate and mutually beneficial way. Game players in fact. It’s been orchestrated for a long time. It was only really a matter of ‘when’.
There’s no shortage of analysts since the Thatcher/Reagan/Bush 1 days who were clearly saying where the financial bubble was headed and what would happen at the end of it. Consequent de-regulation allowed them to put us where we are and gave them the freedom to create for themselves a phenomenal amount of false wealth. No surprises here then. Unless you were in a coma for the last twenty years…. oh, sorry, you were…..
All the suckers who took out mortgages over these last ten years who couldn’t afford it, should have known that it was bullshit, that the money neither existed or was owed. Doesn’t matter if it was US or UK subprime market or all these dodgy financial products that suddenly had Joe Public thinking about getting rich quick. Every single one of them had the integrity of a Madoff Ponzi scheme. Every man, woman and their dog jumped on the chance to get rich for nothing through property and investments. I could see that they were all going to get burned and they did, friends, family and complete strangers alike. It’s the reason I have no mortgage on my property and live in a country where financial products are fiercely regulated so that the population are never bankrupted except by the State! Good or bad, it means we aren’t as fucked up in France as the rest of you are. Friends I left behind in the UK and a whole world of others chose to believe it would not happen to them and through greed they got stupid.
So now our eyes are open. The ten commandments are starting to make sense. Our mother’s wisdom that you can’t get something for nothing seems incredibly profound. It’s important not to look away. The shadow men are very much out in the open today which is mostly thanks to people like Alex Jones and brings us to something of an axis point. If we let them be comfortable there, they will shrug off their cowls and stay, openly flaunting their ownership of the world and subjugating the population to serve them. If we make life hard for them, however, then perhaps we have the first chance since forever to dethrone them. If Alex Jones is useful in showing the uninformed who exactly runs the planet, then that has to be a good thing, although I suspect that neither he nor a anyone else can or will do anything about it until its way too late. History bears this out also.
The Cost of Going Green
The Cost of Going Green by Carey Lenehan
Who bears the cost of the world ‘going Green’?
When saving the future might inconvene
Our freedom to travel, to consume to extreme,
to create and discard plastic waste by the yard?
Or slavishly poison our life-giving seas?
Who pays to be Green? You, ‘them’ or Me?,
If the cost is in jobs and our prosperity?
When politics sells its integrity
To corporate, capitalist, inherent greed?
So we increase our wealth at the price of our health?
and trade the clean air that we need.
Who pays for the cost of a million lives lost,
or cities of starving, who shoulders that cost?
Does OPEC accept that it owes us a debt
For the millions and millions and millions and millions, and millions and millions….
Of dollars its made for itself. At what cost?
Why seek to reduce all this energy use
When for fifty years now, we’ve all had it so good
When we might have to pay a bit more for our food
Go by foot or by bike when we’re not in the mood?
With lives counted cheaper than Shares on the Ether,
Is it too much to ask if we would?
Who gives up on gain to save dry Spanish plains
from a future of droughts or earth-stripping rains?
Who’ll rescue the Arctic, all melted away
Or the snows of Mont Blanc, now renamed ‘Mont Grey’?
Just be rich and well fed, when the planet is dead
All of our debts will remain
As long as we count our wealth in amounts,
Sell our souls for flash cars and fat credit accounts
Keep our heating turned up and don’t voice our doubts
Ignoring the warnings and cyclonic stormings
We can go on believing this wealth we are stealing
Will save us from Globally warming.
So here’s to those a-holes with prosperous goals
Pump out your tarpits and dig up your coal
Make yourselves fortunes and trade-in your souls
For flat-screens TV’s, for cars with AC,
For a life built on excess, on envy and greed
Just live, do not think, bring the world to the brink
And the balance of life to its knees.
A World of Hungry Caterpillars
The greedy men are eating the world,
one bite at a time,
chomp, chomp, chomp,
like a horde of Very Hungry Caterpillars
who can never get enough,
watch them go
through the book of the world,
where every page
now has a bigger hole.
They have demolished liberty,
polished off equality
and are making their way through morality,
soon the earth will be hollow,
sucked out and wasted away,
the forests will be destitute,
the seas will be bankrupt
and even the air,
will be in debt
to the Fed Reserve
and Goldman Sachs
The money men are eating the world,
one bite at a time
chomp, chomp, chomp
like a plague of gambling locusts who can never play enough,
Russian roulette,
they have chewed up justice,
regurgitated honesty
and with their unsustainable appetites,
soon the living forests will be consumed,
the rocky mountains masticated,
the riverbeds sucked dry
and all those hatching, multicoloured butterflies
will have nothing to left to eat.
The insatiable bankers are stealing the world,
robbing the fields of oil,
selling the deserts to the deepest digger,
short-trading the oceans,
disembowelling the forests
and when they are done,
all those gilded butterflies with nothing left to eat
will dry out their wings beneath an unrelenting sun
take to the sky
and find other worlds to devour
George Bush – Farewell Press Conference 12.1.09
So Long GDubya – by Carey Lenehan
So long then GDubya,
Man of Words,
some of them coherent,
as you wing your merry way to Crawford
to make a cuppa
for the missus,
having given us your departure ramble
down a memory lane
littered by regrets
and the burnt remnants
of a million dead people
who would be alive
were it not for you….
So long to those cosy press calls
where all the journalists,
seem to be called Mike.
How it fair brings a tear to my eye
to see you reminisce so fondly on your era,
as though the chaos you caused,
is all perfectly normal.
We hear you George,
as you apologise for Katrina,
for the complete and unforgiveable lack
of WMD’s,
and the banner you held
which said it was all over.
You managed to catch Saddam,
but Bin Laden remains….
are unconfirmed
and The War Against Terror
made TWAT’s out of us all
because we let you fool us
and retire
unimpeached.
How much ‘fun’ did you have
in that big ol’ Whitehouse
on a daily basis,
while people lost their lives
because of you?
Was it a ‘blast’,
to be in charge
of all those lovely guns
and silly old laws,
so much so,
you felt an overwhelming need
to fire them both?
It was a barrel of laughs for the rest of us
believe me
And now, as you sidle away
on the cloven feet of your effort
leaving a pretty patsy to
try to avert
the final countdown you initiated,
I wish you well,
dear GW,
as you wished Obama well,
with a tiny snigger,
because you really can’t be blamed,
with yer downhome style
and yer ten gallon goof bucket
for letting the bad guys
tell you what to do.
That was,
after all,
why they let you have the job.
So get gone pardner,
and don’t look back,
sad you may be
and full of regret
for all the things
you couldn’t screw up
but fear not, lest ye feel the need to return,
rest assured,
we’ll be suffering the fallout from your reign
well into the anal glands of history
and the stink,
may never wash off.
You asked that history should judge you
and believe me, it will.
In thirty years or so,
all will see the lies you told
and maybe then
just maybe
they’ll hang you for it.
Kiss My Shoes Mr Bush by Carey Lenehan
See these shoes, Mr Bush,
these worn brown loafers
I hurl
with disdain,
at your head?
They represent how I feel about you,
about your self-induced war against me
and my kind.
In throwing them,
I spit on your lies
and the all encompassing arrogance
with which you rob us
of our right to govern ourselves
as we choose.
See these shoes, Mr Bush?
I want to walk in these shoes,
across the military arena
of your face
but only
once I have walked long and far
through the shattered streets of Baghdad
and covered the soles of these shoes
in the blood, shit and death
which is all that is left there
With these shoes,
I want to stamp out the stain
of your Presidency,
pound, curse, rub your dust
into the unkind ground
of the sterile Eden you created
and contracted out to your friends
Where once Gods walked
now the Empress of time lies ruined,
raped, crucified and prostrate
before your God called Greed
See these shoes Mr Bush?
In these shoes
I have followed your path of chaos
around the globe.
Everywhere your hand has touched,
lives are ruined
Every story you make up
to keep
the sheep
asleep,
takes peace and freedom from others
and crushes them
beneath American jackboots.
In these shoes,
I have lost friends, relatives
faith and hope
following the tangled web of lies you spew
of Al Quaida, of Bin Laden, and how Iraq
is just part of the problem
you were ordained to solve
In these shoes Mr Bush,
I listen to the way you change the words of peace
and turn them into threats
how you label every A-Rab a raghead
without knowing how our histories are shared
how our religions mirror each other
and how much more I believe, than you do
See these shoes Mr Bush
Inschallah, the next pair may well
blow up in your face
and we will be able to wipe you up
as I have wiped up children, parents,
daughters and sons
from the streets of my world,
in a war, created by you
to enrich yourself further
while impoverishing them
These shoes cost me much,
and I shall lose much more in the throwing
But what you don’t see, is how much I gain,
for, where I come from,
this demonstrates
that I think less of you
than the dirt beneath my feet.
For you have borne us into a world of pain
and we shall be a long time
in the suffering
See these shoes Mr Bush?
Keep them.
Start walking.
Barack Obama, Man or Myth?
Ode to Barack Obama
So, Barack,
Democratic candidate
for change,
you made it
to November.
You came,
you saw,
you conquered,
but many people
did not vote
for you
because
You have the wrong coloured skin
but I
think you rock
So
Barack, man of many words,
some believable,
You have your chance
to change the world
so, will you,
or will you stuff it up?
24hr News Overload
Exponential chaos
rains
from little fluffy clouds turned to
raging thunderheads, insurmountable.
Calm is a memory,
dust and tragedy rule my
sympathy.
Tanks roll across battlegrounds
spread far and wide,
exponentially chaotic,
globalised death,
scattered fragments of life.
Skulls crackle underfoot as I
traverse the uneven floor of
my shrinking domain
Social order expertly denied and mystified,
ensuring that we, fall apart.
Exponential nature
strains
lifting yellow eyed devil heads
above the clover circus of a forgotten lawn.
Tragedy is reality,
fire and disappointment ruin my
empathy.
Flames shoot the sky golden over Sao Paolo,
travellers’ charred remains on CNN as
exponential chaos expands,
globalising death,
obliterating particles of life.
Ashes scattered underfoot as we
fail in quests for peace,
rupturing domains.
The world relentlessly devours and disempowers,
and raggedly we, spin out of control
