Do Not Attempt Resuscitation

I’m busy so I’ll keep this short –

You’re ugly today and in need of an obesity pill
You’ve been gorging on polls and political falls again?
Thought so. They really do you no favours,
Stick to your flu jab and diet of big brother murders,
Leave questions of failed intelligence to
Those of us who smile at gay bishops
Or sneer at the sparkling sewage in the veins of planet football.
War is the best music for a sleepless lifetime,
That and a gob full of gold.

Drink your re-branded coffee in Styrofoam cups,
Mutter about climate chaos as you start the car
To fetch your daughter from terrorism class.
Vote ‘yes’ to nuclear stand-off, ‘no’ to grace
Press the red button inside your pancreas to go interactive
But on no account think or feel for yourself.
Freedom is a word you must now apply to use,
And only applications from holders of identity cards
Will meet with discounted i-Pod fun. Leave your imaginations at the door.

The king of the world has no balls and does not look like Leonardo di Caprio
The soul of the world is not in the pay of the BBC
I grow tired of your sweaty lips
And hereby relinquish the franchise.


Kh 29.6.06

Image: Anima Mundi-Rex Mundi by Arthur Hunter Blair (1981)