Att mot oförrätt rasa

Nej, nu är man körd, helt trött
de måste få bli slut!
Hur kan man inte se rött
folk vet ju inte hut?

Men att mot oförrätt rasa
är gemenligen hopplöst
för vi bidrar till dess fasa
hur än tarvligt å hjärtlöst

För det som vi i andra finner odrägligt
känns i oss själva helt å hållet uthärdligt

Tired of hearing myself

These days rarely get together
talking (while coffees gets cold)
with erstwhile friends of fair weather
to go over ‘the same old’

But ain’t their fallibility
that owns the culpability:

Palpably tired of listening
to my pontificating psyche
those middlings in discourse piddling
interspersed with vague harangues spiky

So having heard myself for seven decades:
enough already of such tiresome charades!

How do I join a steadfast one?

Us Humans are a fickle lot
at least the ones this poor Earth got

On our Life’s fleeting one-way flight
fluctuates the scenery
between our chilly mind’s parched blight
and our warm heart’s greenery

With this forlorn Human Race I’m done
Tell, how do I join a steadfast one?

The mystery of hatching our own misery

Am a wreck in howling storm:
My old knees bit stiff to fold
poor heart runs chilled & warm
wrinkly hands too cold to hold

With ears worn thin and wary eye
I observe Life’s mystery:
Us humans (although we deny)
do hatch our own misery!

In a next life lets apply prudence
as well as ‘uncommon sense’ shrewdness

Obliquity now in ubiquity

Does our watching those celebs
so wealthy & carefree
clear our drudgery’s cobwebs
thin out boredom’s debris?

Seen how, say, grocery clerks
carry on like show hosts
setting off verbal fireworks
with check-out line ripostes?

Do talk shows model us folks?
Or do talk shows inform
manipulate, joke & coax
us in how to perform?

… keeping up the banter in ubiquity
in a tiresome culture of obliquity

Kanelbullist

Undan bilist, cyclist, turist
här kommer en kanelbullist!

Hur vårt liv berikas
av den svenska folktron
att de måste fikas
i samvarlig schablon!

Så mumsa med full rulle
på nästa kanelbulle!

Vår Kanelbulle Nation
låt den aldrig svika
för är de inte kanon
att varje dag få fika?

Och inte gör vi nått fel
eller råder det brist
på koffein eller kanel?
Häng med, kanelbullist!

Screen-glued maroons howl at moons

Their ignorance seems foregone
unwittingly adverse
Declaring them a moron
might just make it all worse

Though they aren’t sipping the chalice
of willful and cruel malice

Who thinks those who howl at moons
truly deserve contempt?
Why berate screen-glued maroons
who of insight exempt

but were one of them to feel concern
sufficient then to cause a heartburn?

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maroon: a person ‘marooned’ i.e. stranded or isolated withe little hope of rescue