Inside the façade is a dream of tangible introspection
Of pure connection
With the will of ways
And so many passing days
That make a whole from none
But then are gone
To look inside the lamp for destiny or truth
As might a mystic or sleuth
Can only bring mischance
Not a worthwhile song and dance
For, ever can be more or less
Perhaps even your redress
So enjoy your simulation, true
And be glad you never knew
©HeyHey 2014
“WTF! Can this be true?”
“How can we be in this constitutional stew?”
The Queen, she sleeps at top of a tower,
while the Government works every God damn hour!
Still, this party, like all, forget their place,
no longer representing the human race.
“Order! Order!” shouts a twat,
who’s shorter than a rabbi’s hat.
And ‘Questions’ are a farce of force,
but to expect what else, of course.
And, pray, a Lord could set things right;
hang on, who put them there – more shite!
So, what to do, Guy Fawkes he failed;
even Jesus Christ himself was nailed.
Here’s food for thought, take then this pill.
Fuck them all, and let them swill.
©HeyHey 2014
a time consumer, a pulp affliction
a barrier to reaction, a grey restriction
the politicisation of inward breathing
inequalities that set you seething
this is a time for remuneration of fame
when you, yes you, played the bullshitter’s game
so as we do, do what we can
vote according to our roots and clan
and as provocative anecdotes prevail
to our partisan destiny we set sail
this is a time for tribal retention
without dissidence or vile contention
hey, the future’s here and as we sit
pondering on this pile of shit
who’s to blame for the latest strife
maybe it’s time to sharpen the knife
this is the time for radical change
another direction, though seems so strange
but that was then, and this is now
still worshipping strong your sacred cow
believing not belief is bent
psychobabble, not heaven sent
this is the time for people power
to countenance in your final hour
this parallel spell, observe upon
the choice, was fiction, not even gone
and all is calm, no uttered choice
their naked thoughts and silent voice
this is the time of cliquers true
see, twas them, but was it you
©HeyHey 2014
