Sunday 13th February 2022

The War Begins on Wednesday
I’m waiting for the war to start
They tell me it will be on Wednesday
I think it will be when America
Is engrossed in the Superbowl
Our foreign minister made us
Out to be the jester of the world
Russia laughed at her
Rightly so
We can’t be believed
Or trusted
While our pm
Sings I will survive
And behaves like a dictator
Saying it will take a regiment
Of tanks to oust him
He has to go
And if I had a regiment
Of tanks I would lead them myself
I’m ashamed of him
And the foreign secretary
Was out of her depth
What a state we are in
Cressida Dick has bottled it
Now what of the grey report
All tumbles back into the toy box
What a laugh Vladimir is having
Toe caps and all
Nothing changes nothing
The chaos theory
Is only that a theory
While the bullies poke us with
Threats of a beating
They flee from their blame
Say it wasn’t me
Or forget to study the reality
Of why they are in charge
God help us all
For they know not what they do

only problem for me is I don’t have a desk to hide under. also my house is only made of cardboard!

The War Begins on Wednesday ll
Can you imagine how the people in Ukraine are feeling?
It’s not like the old days they are living with this day and night.
TV. internet. radio.
They will all need therapy.
Either way they are all suffering and our mental health is really an issue these days?
So they tell me.
I remember vividly the
Cuban missile crisis
I was ten years old.
Protect and Survive.
I’m still hiding under the desk.
I still need that therapist.
I am a cold war veteran.

Bish 13th February 2022

Smells like teen spirit

Nirvana

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s overbored, self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Entertain us, entertain us
Entertain us, entertain us
Entertain us, entertain us
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, here we are now
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Entertain us, entertain us (Yeah)
Entertain us, entertain us (Yeah)
I never mind
I never mind
I never mind
I never mind

Stupidity can be a rush to the head

(“Here we are now, entertain us / I feel stupid and contagious”)

Smells like teen spirit
Cobain described the song as a call to arms

It’s up to you to stop this
For I am too old
It’s up to you to step up
Stop this ancient stupidity
March
Hold them to account
Line up not in ranks
But holding hands
Make them see
Make them hear
Make them
Make them

Bring your friends
I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed

Stupidity can be a rush to the head
And like a virus it will spread
Stand up
Stand up
Hello stand up

The Children of Woodstock

What happened to the children?
The children that made it to the garden
The children of Woodstock
Did they turn their backs on the tree?
Did they fall for the lizard king?
His words and actions were hypnotic
They the children listened
As they listened they swayed like flowers
Given up to spring
On a breeze they drifted

Then they all made a mistake
Their desires spilled out on a stronger wind
All together as one they turned
Their minds away from the garden
Deserting their passion their seed
Fell upon stones and rock and spread
Upon salty waters where failure took them
In the wrong direction
They died nearly all together as generations do
Leaving only their discarded dreams
And images that occasionally appear on screens
The new children wonder
They wonder
What the hell was that?

The images remind us
Death will come for all
As surely as it took them it will take you
For the end is always the end

Bish 10th April 2021

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