Category: the world afar

The glorious 12th is upon us with it’s filthy tradition upheld the rifles and stocks of the tweed suited toffs can be seen thru the gunpowder smells. The lingering lust and it’s folly can be found in the sound of huzzah I’ve bagged me a brace though I don’t like the taste of the grouse…

What to make of Makerfield ( and how to read the leaves ) More than all the others put together at the count boxes full of X’s as a stage begins to mount, Starmer and his retinue in nervousness await the change they feel a-coming in the pages of our fate. A surge of optimism…

A fundamental shift has happened right before our eyes, conventions have been torn apart with profit as it’s prize, with welfare as it’s rationale, a chance to take on waters, a game of halves has now become a game of dimes and quarters. It makes me mad cos fieldings ads disrupts the flow and feeling,…

Reflected in the broken lies a vista which epitomises blisters in the shameless skin and cracks which let the darkness in. Corrupted by the vanities vulgarity in graceless form with botched intent our miscreant pours vitriol to pool the scorn.

I think I’ll go to Clacton and get myself a vote, the train seems too expensive so i think i’ll take a boat, I’ve heard that folks that live there will get to make a choice To stick an X within a box, democracy rejoice. I’ll read the leaflets carefully, consider long and hard to…

In whelming waves of schadenfreude a pentup pressure thus released where intervention failed to win and Belgium knocked in four. A card of red rescinded by the crooked Infantino ghoul in demonstration of the facts the flagrancy of FIFA fools. And thus the quarter finals loom In matches quartered by the ads where rehydration took…

takes Ketamine upon his throne, In trolling tantrums throws his toys to right wing European boys. A silent F begins his name, he always knows the ones to blame – the virus mind of those who woke annoy the feelings of this bloke. A narcissist who dreams of Mars who filled the streets with silent…

then ridicule we must, releasing pressure from a valve and hoping that it’s vapours rust the golden plated lunacy of all that comes to pass, that thickened skin will blister and the moment will outlast the pain that each of us must suffer as we wait to watch him fall, the crooked man who looks…

I tried to leave a message, saying id be late, to go and vote without me, extend the hand of fate, to go out in your multitudes and fill the ballot box to pencil in your X’s choice, the future thus unlock. I’m sure you’ve all been thinking very hard for quite some time Economy.…

As June arrives my pen decides to capture all the moment speaks in drifting quill i write until the line decides what sense is wreaked, and as the words begin to form ideas surface from the mornings pages where i capture time to set them free in metered rhyme. I notice first my thoughts in…