Friday, 10 September 2021

Am I Being Hypnotised To Be A Killer?

Every time I read the latest lefty rubbish in the news,

I wonder if I’m being brainwashed, by agents of the state,

Not because I change my mind and start to confuse

Principles of right and wrong, or start to conflate

Truth with Marxist fiction and mindless gobbledygook,

But because when I’m reading

I cannot refrain

From imagining succeeding,

In putting a bullet through the head

Of whoever is writing the rubbish, or saying what’s being said.

And naturally I begin to wonder if some spook,

Isn’t manipulating me remotely, controlling my brain.

Thursday, 2 September 2021

Honest Lying


Everything is propaganda now,

The world adores Edward Bernays,

And who wants blunt truth, anyhow,

Unpalatable things aren’t in these days. 

So where to look for honesty and find

Something like it, close, perhaps akin?

Something that speaks plainly to the mind,

Does not attempt to get beneath the skin. 

Not the news, which is the left or right,

Dressed up as fact

Like some first try transvestite,

Unconvincing, yet so boldly mincing

Words one wishes to believe,

Out of good manners, training, tact.

But in the adverts in between,

That maybe packaged, wrapped

In all the clever lies, so clear and neat,

That we admire and then pretend to swallow,

Here is honest, clear deceit,

Genuinely worthless, empty, hollow.