It is not a secret

It is not a secret

People are contrary,

We care about silly things

As if they really do matter

Who did win Britain’s Got Talent

What do we do about sustainable rock concerts

Carbon neutral restaurants

Helium-filled air balloons

Oil-free paint

Whilst we miss the boat on refugees

Carbon offset

Fricking fracking

Sexploitation and big brother,

Turn a blind eye

As a whole kit and caboodle

Of psychotic despots

Drunk on power, sozzled in hubris

Play fast and loose with their toys

Like good ole boys

Forming relationships with

Other lairy, hairy buddies

In a pool hall shooting eight ball.

A maul of ugly little bullies

Playing chicken in a fast car

Driving through a red light

Like they don’t care

Picking on the little kid

The loner in the corner

Wearing hornrims

Who wasn’t looking for a fight

And never saw it coming

When it did.

Privilege always finds a way

To steal a march

On the nice guy

Made from

Tinfoil trying to keep out the radiation

From TV stations, mobile phones and aliens

He covered his walls the same way

I never saw the truth of his conviction

But neither did I shout him down

It seemed to me that he needed all the help he could get

But he stayed home

Alone, mostly.

When he did go out

The good ole boys and petty dictators

Always tried to run him down

Pulled him apart, called him a clown

Who should be locked up

Kept away from their women and children

A danger to their way of thinking

Even though they were believers

In the big lie

Cabals and global conspiracy,

The truth of Nostradamus

Who they have never read

But believed some other brother’s

Misinterpretation.

Strangely,

They missed the inconsistency

In their behaviour

Especially after a six-pack,

Give these guys access to the bomb

Let them pull the levers

Grease the wheels of business

Push every button

Rewrite the algorithm of democracy

As a patriot's tool

What a wonderful world that would be