Same Old Screwed Up Story .
Dig the hourly bulletin ,
same old screwed up story .
Contemptuous by attitude ,
basking in the words of glory .
I am not hooked ,
but tired of what they are giving .
When a soldiers life is only worth ,
ten seconds of brief transmission .
And smirking idle women ,
outside the courts of law .
Ticked off by a judge ,
who's out of touch .
For videoing their little kids ,
fighting on the floor .
While inneffective social services ,
post calling cards through the door .
Apparently , sixty percent of people ,
don't venture out at night .
Worried about what they just might see ,
and infringing others human rights .
So they erect barricades against the world ,
and neck cheap vodka .
Till it's boom boom time ,
and out go all the lights.
And broken crying women on t.v. reports ,
bemoan the fact their sons been stabbed .
But they let him run with gangsters ,
and deal drugs behind their backs .
And the police seal off the roads ,
with flapping tape and flashing lights .
And the spokesmans words ring familiar ,
drifting hollow in the inconsequential night .
And China churns out dangerous dolls ,
from sweat shops on the yellow river .
Destined for kids in the western world ,
and lead poisoning of the liver .
And the ghost of chairman Mao ,
must be spinning in his grave .
To think his deadly communists ,
have embraced the capitalist way .
And the rain comes again on the flood plains ,
and innundates the homes and the hopes .
The government tells all the people to wait ,
as the insurance companies struggle to cope .
Bring back the forces from foriegn fields ,
mobilize them on British streets.
Give us something tangible to believe in ,
put the copper back on the beat .
Only my cat senses my changing aura ,
sees it change from darkness to light .
Sits with me while I write poetry ,
deep into the lamplit night .
Spilling the beans about mockery ,
and the acute injustice of living .
Untill the dawn breaks at the window ,
and the takers relent and start giving .
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