Yes, too much to ask:
Don’t interfere
we won’t wear a mask
too cavalier!
Then haven’t we sacked
any & all fact?
With all lies stacked
lost all sense & tact?
Facts are too socialist & abstract
won’t let such ungodliness detract!
Holy cow, is she my beef?
As a ‘meat lover’
I crave & ache
and left to hover
til teeth in steak
Won’t go without
meat which my sweet treat
Surely bean sprout
not been grown to eat?
What’s a slaughtered calf or cow
must we not all die somehow?
Too burdensome an act having to look up a fact?
Were we only wilful
but gotten pompous, prideful
(while albeit skillful)
supercilious, spiteful
Ignorance is far from bliss
When we stare in to the abyss
facing Death’s contagious kiss
affections gone gravely amiss
Still to look up all facts
applying logic, fairness
are such burdensome acts
risking tinged by awareness
Why be bothered taking time to reflect
when prefer to just accept or reject?
Not back to that normal!
What might just have been understood
had we learnt from history
(not been hoodwinked by Hollywood
or engaged in sophistry):
We must slow the back-to-normal urge
for were it even feasible
would be no solution, merely surge
something purely appeasable
As the erstwhile normal was the cause
for the Covid wake-up call, of course
Empty words galloping in wild herds
I’m tired of debating
even just discussing
discord turns deflating
finding all nonplussing
My words stream
unfittingly
yell & scream
earsplittingly
Too many empty words
keep rattling along
galloping in wild herds
they just don’t belong
Worn out finding myself discordant
so pursuing where I’m concordant
Post COVID-19: No, not back to ‘normality’!
Eager to get back to normality
where venality had turned banality
where normality was feudality
the by The Elite imposed modality?
We must refuse to rebuild a society
of such inequality & anxiety!
If stuck in Quatrain’s throes just change lanes to ‘loose reins’ Prose!
Yes, him: Grim
mean dim Eric
slim, bit prim?
Adverse to prose
stuck on verse?
Yes, kind of those
with rhymes terse
But if finding his Quatrain too arcane
who stops you switching to Prose’s loose reins lane?
“When the going gets tough the tough gets going” – but what do the rest of us not do?
Back then:
“When the going got tough the tough got going”
These days:
When the going just feels tough
us cowards start shooing!
Watch us hiding in a huff
in inaction stewing
We’ve been indulging in such ‘quick-fix’ galore
since long and so far in 2024
Mischief under guise of virus relief
Blown in Twitter storm
amidst benign bloopers
howling locust swarm
of goosestep storm troopers
Under guise of virus relief
they’re bent on making the sky darken
up to their usual mischief
hoping we’re too busy to harken
The Power Elite doesn’t work for our protection
nevertheless we whimper in genuflection
Most handy subterfuge the virus
Works as subterfuge The Virus
for mismanaging Elite
they exploit, rarely inspire us
being heartlessly effete
The Nation teetered prior on the brink
due to ‘profit-first capitalism’
in it’s rusty armor many a chink
including ‘survival darwinism’
Of course Neo-liberalism
must obfuscate its barbarism