When you could see the ribs of the poor
and the fat man watered their beer.
You knew who got exploited
You knew who to pity or fear.
The waif who was wan with rickety knees,
the rich man deaf to his desperate pleas,
died of consumption or killed at the loom.
Nothing marked his pauper tomb.
Now we have underprivileged
who are fat and spotty and rude.
While the super rich are toned and trim,
helping the starving grow food.
An oil rich man with a yacht or two
and a football club for fun
is an easy shot for the feckless lot
who think they have been hard done.
The fat cats they say are parasites
bloated on ill earned gains,
but who is tied to their Blackberry
and who on a couch just lays?
A thirty stone woman
wheezes and pants
the fifty hard yards
to the pub.
There she labours through
five portions a day
of alcohol, burger, nicotine, pizza
and pure, pure ecstasy.
Her loutish lover leers
through smack wracked, bloodshot eyes
at the writhing teenage arse
framed by a thin black thong.
Her blotchy beau with spike pierced cheeks
leaps to honour's cause.
He and Mr Stanley
will carve respect on cheeky jaws.
Through blood and screams the medics work
to save these wasted lives.
Their patients kick and shout abuse
at those who treat their wounds.
Like education, that they valued,
free health care is their right.
They use it every weekend
after drinking through the night.
The woman lurches homeward
to her seven dadless kids.
They have their chips and Gameboy
and the freedom of the streets.
Just a normal family
struggling through life.
The fat cats are just ignorant
of the poor who have such strife.
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Thursday, 30 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
All Hail the Glorious House of Saud
Vile parasites.
Your golden,oily skins
oozing with excess.
Drunk in your dry kingdom.
Saud lechers mawling
voiceless, voteless beauties
who may not drive
or leave their homes
without the right man.
This land you stole
in the name of vile Wahhab
bleeds daily.
The blood of lopped limbs,
mingles with the blood
of heads rolling beneath
the sword.
The only voice to be heard
is the scream of the tortured.
Your palm is greased by armourers
that you might intimidate
the better with your might.
Your guns and your courts
imprison all other than you.
You steal, but keep your hands and feet.
You fornicate yet keep your head
and the skin on your back.
You are drunk in your dry kingdom.
Height of your glory,
you flog and jail a
teenaged woman
for being gang raped
by the fine young men
of your pure, religious paradise.
Of course she deserves her punishment.
The harlot traveled in a car
with a man unrelated to her.
How just it was in the name of
Allah, the merciful,
that she should have 200 lashes
Surely your achievements
will echo through the ages of history.
Your prowess shadows all.
None but you Abdullah,
and your ten thousand spawn,
could have made the satan Bush
no more than a naughty boy
a little out of hand.
Note:
In a shocking verdict, a Saudi Court ordered a gang rape victim to undergo 200 lashes and six months in prison for "being in the car of an unrelated male" when the crime was committed.
The 19-year-old victim was initially ordered to undergo 90 lashes by judges from the Qatif General Court, but the case was referred back to an Appeals Court after her lawyer had urged a harsher punishment for assaulters, the Arab News reported.
A source at the Qatif General Court said the judges had informed the rape victim that the reason behind doubling her punishment was "her attempt to aggravate and influence the judiciary through the media", the report added.
Saudi Arabia enforces a strict Islamic doctrine known as Wahhabism and forbids unrelated men and women from associating with each other, bans women from driving and forces them to cover head-to-toe in public.
Your golden,oily skins
oozing with excess.
Drunk in your dry kingdom.
Saud lechers mawling
voiceless, voteless beauties
who may not drive
or leave their homes
without the right man.
This land you stole
in the name of vile Wahhab
bleeds daily.
The blood of lopped limbs,
mingles with the blood
of heads rolling beneath
the sword.
The only voice to be heard
is the scream of the tortured.
Your palm is greased by armourers
that you might intimidate
the better with your might.
Your guns and your courts
imprison all other than you.
You steal, but keep your hands and feet.
You fornicate yet keep your head
and the skin on your back.
You are drunk in your dry kingdom.
Height of your glory,
you flog and jail a
teenaged woman
for being gang raped
by the fine young men
of your pure, religious paradise.
Of course she deserves her punishment.
The harlot traveled in a car
with a man unrelated to her.
How just it was in the name of
Allah, the merciful,
that she should have 200 lashes
Surely your achievements
will echo through the ages of history.
Your prowess shadows all.
None but you Abdullah,
and your ten thousand spawn,
could have made the satan Bush
no more than a naughty boy
a little out of hand.
Note:
In a shocking verdict, a Saudi Court ordered a gang rape victim to undergo 200 lashes and six months in prison for "being in the car of an unrelated male" when the crime was committed.
The 19-year-old victim was initially ordered to undergo 90 lashes by judges from the Qatif General Court, but the case was referred back to an Appeals Court after her lawyer had urged a harsher punishment for assaulters, the Arab News reported.
A source at the Qatif General Court said the judges had informed the rape victim that the reason behind doubling her punishment was "her attempt to aggravate and influence the judiciary through the media", the report added.
Saudi Arabia enforces a strict Islamic doctrine known as Wahhabism and forbids unrelated men and women from associating with each other, bans women from driving and forces them to cover head-to-toe in public.
Dad
Those feeble, ulcerated legs
which cannot support your shrunken body
are the powerful pistons that
drove your heavy old bike to work.
Your faltering, tearful voice speaks,
but your bellows echo down the years.
"Look at that silly tit over there"
A nurse smiles back from her patient labour.
"No bloody rabbit food or foreign muck for me"
You eat the steamed fish and salad in a plastic dish.
All politeness and compliance to
the faces of black doctors and staff
serving food you would have thrown in mum's face.
"Want a new suit boy?" You grinned
as you came in from the betting shop.
"STAND STILL! Too late it's in the tree."
Your pigeons were a fascination, but a terror too.
Excited by you clocking the winning bird,
and knowing that a loser would be my fault.
"Bloody Arabs 'll cut your throat as soon as look at ya."
The ranted bigotry lived on
fifty years after a brief military
encampment in wartime Egypt.
"What have you done with my bloody glasses?"
You squinted at the racing pages and
clutched for the telephone as
the horses lined up for the start.
"No pay today gal." You mumbled
as you came in from the betting shop.
"He's got the darkies disease he has. Bloody idle."
Revolting insult thrown at a black youth on the TV
without bothering to listen why he was there.
"Get 'em a cup o' tea gal."
The command shouted from an
armchair in front of the television
made a visit feel an imposition.
Glimpses of an intelligence
sometimes shone through
from your limited and distorted world.
Off to work before I got up for school.
Back from the pub after I was in bed.
I knew you were home when I woke
to the shouting downstairs.
In your eighty fourth year you told me
that seventy five would have been enough.
My stomach knotted.
Shame I never knew you.
I am curious now
you are dead.
which cannot support your shrunken body
are the powerful pistons that
drove your heavy old bike to work.
Your faltering, tearful voice speaks,
but your bellows echo down the years.
"Look at that silly tit over there"
A nurse smiles back from her patient labour.
"No bloody rabbit food or foreign muck for me"
You eat the steamed fish and salad in a plastic dish.
All politeness and compliance to
the faces of black doctors and staff
serving food you would have thrown in mum's face.
"Want a new suit boy?" You grinned
as you came in from the betting shop.
"STAND STILL! Too late it's in the tree."
Your pigeons were a fascination, but a terror too.
Excited by you clocking the winning bird,
and knowing that a loser would be my fault.
"Bloody Arabs 'll cut your throat as soon as look at ya."
The ranted bigotry lived on
fifty years after a brief military
encampment in wartime Egypt.
"What have you done with my bloody glasses?"
You squinted at the racing pages and
clutched for the telephone as
the horses lined up for the start.
"No pay today gal." You mumbled
as you came in from the betting shop.
"He's got the darkies disease he has. Bloody idle."
Revolting insult thrown at a black youth on the TV
without bothering to listen why he was there.
"Get 'em a cup o' tea gal."
The command shouted from an
armchair in front of the television
made a visit feel an imposition.
Glimpses of an intelligence
sometimes shone through
from your limited and distorted world.
Off to work before I got up for school.
Back from the pub after I was in bed.
I knew you were home when I woke
to the shouting downstairs.
In your eighty fourth year you told me
that seventy five would have been enough.
My stomach knotted.
Shame I never knew you.
I am curious now
you are dead.
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Original Sin
Through coition came cognition,
so we’re told.
From serpentine perdition,
to the eve of our condition,
is a line of pulchritude.
The serpent was lascivious.
Tempting Eve to coitus,
by offering an apple
to consume.
His squirming, so voluptuous,
slithering, conceptuous,
lured her to
perfidy and sin.
From thus, homo erectus
was hetero in his genius,
until, through nostra damus,
came il papa’s mighty plan.
By immaculate deception,
came the godhead
to reception
as a naked babe in straw.
Lacking sign of all suspicion,
or hint of malefaction,
the lord had sired offspring,
but no genitals engorged.
Through countless generation,
from Adam and creation,
had the genesis of
humankind been drawn.
By fervent copulation,
foregoing masturbation,
the race had been
expanded and preserved.
In coitus emeritus,
no interruption hindered us
and life was passed
by orgasmagic down.
From primeval broth evolving,
through complex myths contriving,
the human creature
comes to speculate.
No! It surely is apparent,
that our knowing was descendant,
and did not come
from falling to a snake.
All the love and joy
in breeding, should be guiltless,
not conceding any merit
to the fantasists of god.
Deus non magnificat,
and coitus cum laude.
Shagging is not sinful,
but bonding beautiful.
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so we’re told.
From serpentine perdition,
to the eve of our condition,
is a line of pulchritude.
The serpent was lascivious.
Tempting Eve to coitus,
by offering an apple
to consume.
His squirming, so voluptuous,
slithering, conceptuous,
lured her to
perfidy and sin.
From thus, homo erectus
was hetero in his genius,
until, through nostra damus,
came il papa’s mighty plan.
By immaculate deception,
came the godhead
to reception
as a naked babe in straw.
Lacking sign of all suspicion,
or hint of malefaction,
the lord had sired offspring,
but no genitals engorged.
Through countless generation,
from Adam and creation,
had the genesis of
humankind been drawn.
By fervent copulation,
foregoing masturbation,
the race had been
expanded and preserved.
In coitus emeritus,
no interruption hindered us
and life was passed
by orgasmagic down.
From primeval broth evolving,
through complex myths contriving,
the human creature
comes to speculate.
No! It surely is apparent,
that our knowing was descendant,
and did not come
from falling to a snake.
All the love and joy
in breeding, should be guiltless,
not conceding any merit
to the fantasists of god.
Deus non magnificat,
and coitus cum laude.
Shagging is not sinful,
but bonding beautiful.
Malpoet's Blog
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