2025.01.23

You ever see a bankster bribe an endorsement from a slick environmentalist who cares very little for free speech - but loves an organic garden under an authoritarian regime?

But some types of provincial officials line-up so easily,

Loyalists of a haunting and unpopular, unhappy prince.

In the end, it’s just called a greenwash folks,

It's why I bank TD, their background is green,

And that was good enough for me.

But they’re just a dishonest city bank,

A bankster’s an entire global swindle,

Always looking for a home to pillage.

Please don’t stay here, dull banker boy,

I’m poor as beans with no future to see,

And your giddy smile looking down me,

Is a scene of my 2008 horror memories,

Snagging the homes to run me out of,

And it’ll be near impossible to vote you.

But hey, if you want an unpopular party,

Vault a green-seeking bankster to top it,

With some organic authoritarian flavour,

Hustling loyalists, but netting zero people.

2025.01.22

Ah democracy, that trash heap mess I love,

A spuddle of antagonistic slinging messages.

And a party that can court these many echoed calls,

The one that invites a mass of messes into its halls,

Is how a peoples vibing energy begins their dance.

It's not about withholding ways to maintain temples,

Its not about finding most calm and sacred spaces,

It's about releasing people to have their own voice,

And giving them a vision that offers shared purpose,

So that renewed, we may rise hearts fuller together.

People can deeply love leaders taking them places,

And leaders can be dutifully attached to a people,

When those leading have a strong vision at heart,

And give the people a chance of fuller involvement,

To be a living part of democracy's needed messes,

And to be inscribed within its growing narrative,

Feeling the weight of choice at fingertip again.

But I’ll tell ya, what does worry me:

A shining banker in search of a home, attracting only grey hairs to view an un-sat-upon throne,

Cause a leader alone is of little use but of their own,

For it is like a head without body, which only rolls.

But give me a body of democracy's messes to ground,

And I’ll join in to offer this thinking heads messy sounds.

I need a big show don't you know, to feel more involved,

Cause democracy is only as healthy as its entertainment.

Yet a system can churn and eat an entire world alive,

And people can drift waiting for a spark of revolution,

But engaging entertainment is always a middle road,

Just as a green renewal deal must be the destination.

2025.01.21

Phew, it was so very hard to not smile through it all,

And my faceups require me at full beam to pin them,

But my hard day of aristocratic angling is finally done,

Trying to hold it in and not turn that to a celebrity ball.

Cause I know now, a show of only smiley laughter is an approval of a scene.

Yet, one that imparts only bitter sorrows brings rage against the machine.

But I also know,

A well-timed laugh at utter stupidity,

During a moment that’s rather serious,

Can be a raging good show.

I mean, you know how it goes,

Some folk are always laughing at funerals…

But better indeed to laugh at, than with, a fascist.

Cause we all gotta laugh a fat fascist to early grave,

While raging the machine to do our better biddings.

A fascist is a regal glitzed dumb-fuck,

Responding to where a spotlight goes,

So lets make fun of its perverted pants,

Lets dance it in all brilliantly odd insult,

No place can it be that feels without joke,

Nothing can it do that doesn’t panic polarity,

No easy gold for this one, only golden showers.

Cause this here organo-machine just ain’t for sale,

Belonging to the peoples you’d best employ fair,

But what offers you aristo-types putting on table,

To unite all wholesomely and fight for a future?

Cause right now, bronzer is all the rage,

But can vision win with well-timed humour?

Yet for sure, surreality’s scene,

Is not well-working no more.

Cause churning it is indeed,

To see smiles at a time for tears and fears,

To seek enjoyment at a time of mass grief,

Or find agreement with an earthen fascist.

For surreality cannot fight,

Cause it has no clear image,

Mixing equal, a friend and foe.