Now I'm not sure if my heart is an ocean.
Or a cave.
in anything, uncoupled, there is death.
carneys, clowns. canaries, in them, that sing.
soul: one of many karaoke bars
from which the devil was primarily
thrown. this work
of taking, from the body, its death. work
for men whose eyes if shattered would release
nothing. men at your window. men watching
horror films. the cant of each head
polling, in its mask, a sameness.
soul's arbiter: toothless.
because it is a tooth. the poor, they take
the head of an ant
from the die
they take it to mean
All across our nation
People are heading for the polling station
To vote for who they'd like to see
In office to help run our country
Wondering who's worth voting for
Who will not open our country's door
To all those who want to get in
And who'll declare being English a sin
The enemy's at the gate,
weapons of mass destruction,
heat seeking missiles,
the atomic bomb.
going to rape your women,
burn your house down,
eat your children,
and drink your blood.
REMEMBER THIS AT THE POLLING BOTH
AND VOTE ONE------FEAR!
8th November 2010
If you can keep your feet upon the flat ground
And draw the line at frivolous ideals
And tell yourself this downhill train can turn round
With just a bit more fat to grease the wheels
If you can reduce all the pressing questions
To a straight coin toss between blue and red
If you can close your ears to all suggestions
That there might be a wider choice instead
If you can vote the way your parents voted
If you can leave debating to the press
And disregard each novel concept floated
While wondering how we got in this mess
If you believe the latest polling numbers
Regardless of the leanings of their source
If you believe that while this nation slumbers
It somehow still can hold to the best course
If manifestos leave you feeling hazy
If your first thought is what's in this for me
If anyone who disagrees is crazy
And not just someone who thinks differently
If you would rather come to a decision
Based on the outfits of the leaders' wives
If anyone with hope, ideals or vision
Is just a naive fool to be despised
And if when you are at the polling station
You'll squash down any doubts that you possess
If you can put your needs above the nation
And never give a thought to its distress
If you can steel yourself against reflection
And, promised real change, if you hold your nerve
You'll vote like all the rest at the election
And, what's more, get the leaders you deserve.
Incompetent, corrupt and on the make,
You know all politicians are the same
You know this public service thing's a fake,
A cover for one more expenses claim.
Don't read their manifestos (they're all lies)
Don't go to meetings: stay in, watch TV
I'll tell you just which aspects to despise
You can't trust politicians. Just trust me.
And if on polling day you hold the line
You'll send a powerful message, do you see?
The lowest voter turnout of all time:
Vote by neglect – that's true democracy.
I'll make the choice for you, so don't be sad -
I am the Editor, and I approved this ad.
"Voting Tory or Lib Dem won't change a thing. So, instead of wasting my time in a queue at the polling station to put my cross of approval against yet another useless politician who claims he can change the way this country works, I will be stood at a distance, laughing at everyone who buys into this illusion of democracy."