Consumable Society

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Freedom…..
At least the illusion is real
This concept that life’s comforts are a deal.
And that we’re not just stumbling
From meal to processed meal

While corporations feed on souls
Trade-offs to achieve financial goals
With society closing it’s borders
To those who don’t know their given roles

Where there used to be hope
Now we just find a society that cannot cope
As division stalks the streets
And decency hangs by a hand-knotted rope
We always had the Western lie
That somewhere else
Others have things worse than you and I
And we can make things better if we only try
Our shared fear has a changing face
No longer nation against nation, or race against race
Insatiable greed is the enemy now
So don’t be in the way, when there’s profit to chase
Consumable Society, a World that’s built on sticks
Fed on lies and distracted by cheap tricks
One where it’s thought better
To just throw away and buy afresh, rather than fix
News is a weapon, a dancing clown
Wielded by the wearer of the corporate crown
Greed won the Cold War it seems
And Freedom died the day the wall came down.
Billy 1/12/16
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Tongue So Sharp

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You’re a clever bugger
A proper bright spark
Mind so sharp
It sees the light before the lark
Glib of tongue
and sharp of wit
If the facts are wrong
You make the fuckers fit
Wielding humour like a blade
Cutting bullshit to the quick
Always ready with a line
To make your doubters look a dick
It’s a shame they’ll never know
That the speil is all an act
Defensive mechanisms
Keeping tortured mind intact
It’s a shame you can’t just tell them
That your wish is not to hate
It’s their own fault for releasing
What was locked behind that gate
So now your heart is heavy
With truths spilled red like blood
As they reel from the tide
Of this vitriolic flood
Wishing words were left unspoken
For your conscience to appease
Or those words to have no power
And just scatter in the breeze
But those arrows have been fired
Whether chosen, or through fate
And they truly found their mark
So sorrow now? … It’s just too late

Billy 2/8/15

You Don’t Have To Like Me!!!

 

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I’m trying to come across as angry
But laughing like a twat up my sleeve
I’m trying to sound all serious
As if any of you fuckers would believe

I’m trying to make a valid point here
And educate the selectively blind
Trying to open-up their eyes to the crap
And rub their faces, in what we find

I’m taking this one for the greater good
Let them throw what they have in my face
Then instead of the flurry of insults and shit
I’ll shame them with honour and grace

I’m very much a creature of language
And happy to stand by my use of it’s tools
Why should I temper my outburts
To accommodate someone else’s rules

It just makes me piss when I see it
And will not change the man that I am
If I did try to be what you wanted
Then my own life would be but a sham

So anyway, what I am trying to say
Is that no matter how loud your cry
I will not be the person you’re seeking
And I’m not even going to try 😀

Billy 17/02/15

New Beginnings

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I’ve had enough of this society lark, so I’m getting the fuck out
It’s just not working as things stand, so fuck it I’m building my own
I don’t expect it to be easy, but it has to be better than this
The way I plan on kicking things off will set my future’s tone

There won’t be any politics, well not of the kind we know now
Parties will be a thing of the past, and have no place, or sway
Allowing us to live for each other, and guide without bias or greed
With a system in place, where leaders in their fields, have an equal say

I’m pushing for an ideal, a place where ego and powerlust will fade
Where those in the know can speak up, a place where conscience is key
No one who wants the power to rule, will even be let in the gate
Where decisions are made with the clarity needed for every person to see

One day we will be enlightened, when we realise we can’t eat our wealth
When we choke on the damage we’re doing, we’re killing our very own air
I’m planning my route to this future, I just need the world to catch up
You’re all welcome aboard, there is only one rule.. You had better be willing to share

I’m not against making a profit, we’re not talking communist here
I just expect those who are making, to give back in the way of taxation
You’ll find greed is the root of most issues, affecting this country of ours
If we can kill greed in this vision of mine, we can rebuild this crumbling Nation

Billy 16/02/15

Older but Wiser

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Saturday night, sat here at home
A bit of telly, coffee, summat to eat
Comfy on the sofa, the new out
Chocolate Crunchy Rocks as a bit of a treat

I remember the night clubs and pubs of my youth
The flesh market on a Saturday night session
Silly young lads, in alcohol soaked
End the night in the cells for drunken aggression

Tearful remorse as lovers say their goodbye’s
Parting ways with a heart full of beer-goggle cheer
Waking up with the shame of memory’s return
Always the same when they’ve been on the beer

You come to an age where you can’t see the fun
It even seems like a battle to get to the bar
And then there’s the fact that you don’t drink and drive
And with our streets at night? I’d rather be in the car

I wonder what happened, just when did I change?
Just when did my youth, life and spirit depart?
This new way of seeing my week to it’s end
Means I just have to face it, I’m a grumpy old fart

Billy 22/11/2014

Start With a Smile

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Just keep making me chuckle
That’s how to keep me around
Just saying daft stuff, laughing at folks
Simply keeping each other off the ground

This is what it should be about
Where society is falling short
Because some are too busy “Getting”
Without giving others a thought

This is where we can be different
And see things through clearer eyes
We realise that what really counts
Is the emotion, the heart, the sighs

We are losing our way as a people
Too reliant on cunning and guile
We wake up and feel life is a contest
Instead of greeting the world with a smile

Billy 26/02/2014

Through a glass

 

When was the last time you were bladdered?
Can you even remember at all?
I’m not talking tipsy, or wobbly
I mean the last time you spoke to the wall
The last time you woke in the morning
Not having the faintest of clues
About where you spent half of the evening
And why your throat tastes like shampoo
One of those nights from the haze
Memories rising up through the fog
Of nights spent in sparkling company
Then waking up cuddling the bog
I remember those times pretty vaguely
That’s why drinking is long in my past
Who needs drink to survive? life’s a doddle
Who am I kidding, just pass me that glass

Billy 2014