Frag me

1

The muse will not come here

Brute decay and ignorance

With their accompanying stench

Have barred the entrance

 

2

They’re peddling dope

On primetime television

Between the adult soft-play segments

 

No need to find the Man

When every home’s a fibre-optic

Information superhighway smack den

 

All major credit cards accepted

Every football shirt and stadium

Knocking out the gear

 

Hit the mainline

Ease the pain

24/7/365

Connected to the vein

 

3

Wealth-creator slavers

Fat and suntanned

On our labours

 

Sipping gins in many flavours

Keep us fighting with our neighbours

 

Who’d have thought

We could have lost so much

In so little time

 

And who’d have thought

So few of us

Would care

 

4

I feel the anger

Stalking through the supermarket carpark

Don’t tell me it’s the weather

 

5

I knew a good thing once

It was good because I knew it was

 

In the end, Heaven is in your heart

And in your mind

A grateful collision of cognition and emotion

 

A blue bus beneath blue sky

Conversations in strange tongues

And laughter

And a certain way of saying Hi!

 

You only know it when you find it

 

And when you give it up

It’s gone