I can’t live

I can’t live

Without feeling

I’ve missed out on something.

A secret

Nobody has bothered

To share,

It might make a difference

It might not.

I’m such a wuss

When it comes to arse-kicking

So many need it

These days.

America

Is at both ends of the spectrum

When it comes to crazy

Which is a word I shouldn’t use

Too many books are being burned

For the leaders of the free world

To be well read.

There used to be a man

To stick it to

Until he became

A real estate agent

Building profits

From your loss.

There is irony in there

Somewhere

Transactional analysis

Instead of diplomatic

Relations.

Pull your head

Out of the ground

Raise some cain

With a touch of class.

I watch the world

From a quiet corner

Sheltered from the storm.

Disengagement

Has its perks

Peaceable coexistence

Is easily attainable

With a little imagination,

Rubbing along

Is the English way.

The world would be crazier

Still

If the English

Demanded more for their money.

Although I’m of the view

Making do

Is a tad more civilised

Than sticking it to your

Neighbour

To climb the greasy pole.

Winning

As a life goal

Is not worth the effort

When you ruin your

Good clothes

(My mother would go bananas) and lose

What it means to be human

Along the way