Intelligence

To monotony and mediocrity; chained
in the wreckage and ruin of an average day
I rack my brain and try to recall
the last time the media excited my intellect
after all
it’s been a while since emotions were deemed important
to the human cause
as I slalom downhill through drifts of disappointment
it’s like we’re in this race to complete a chore
a complete bore
with a lack of adrenaline and endorphins.

to endure this mundanity
requires total indifference.

I’m different-
an ‘as is’ package
I contain all ingredients
all flavours of emotion
and I recall what it meant to be alive
I can taste the bitterness
the sweetness, the false and the true
in each bite that I take out of life
and when it comes to the crunch
I swallow it down with the salt of my tears
because I wasn’t born for a nonchalant world
of half-assed entertainment, cheap deals, ready meals
a defecation on-demand ideal.

Reduced to the products we buy into
we’re the profit margins
percentages, labels
price tags and barcodes
of an ethos devised by men in high places
who drive fast cars, who have fat wallets
who live in big houses with plastic wives
who go under the knife to stay young
whose diamonds and sequins make them sparkle and shine.

While some may stare enviously
at the lack of laughter lines
and want their share of
Botox, liposuction, plump pouts
facelifts, designer vaginas, boob jobs
I seriously doubt
they own any
of the insecurities, they flaunt day in day out
That demand they conform
to the only ideal they know
-a fake.

Well, damn society
for deeming the contents less important
than the book cover
intelligence less worthy than breasts
the brain might be our sexiest, most sensual
most alluring feature
and intelligence makes us tick
it’s the most potent aphrodisiac I know
you should try it sometime.

 

Get Passionate

If you get easily angered by passion

you’ve become part of the problem

your apathy is a valuable asset to politics

lay down at the doorstep, watch them walk all over you

wiping and dragging their feet as they go.

 

They love that you can’t muster the energy for debate

your boredom and disinterested glances

they appreciate your lack of intelligence

keep switching channels, till you fall asleep

big brother has you on camera 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

 

Your every move is scrutinised and monitored for surveillance and your ‘protection’

they keep their own world top secret as much as possible

they choose words of convenience smoke and mirrors, cloak and dagger

social triggers.

 

They prefer you don’t stand up and be counted in peaceful protest

showing solidarity with your fellow man, woman and child

they’ll contain you with an underfunded police force

they thrive on your ignorance, fear and inability to fight.

 

Do you comprehend?

 

They dumb you down, they count you out

they abuse your human rights, your dignity

now they want another war and they want you to fight it

want to spill your blood and mine, so they don’t get near to it.

 

While they sip champagne on the side-line

delay your pension, grab at your earnings

they want you to turn the cogs of the machine as they

victimise those in poverty

the mentally and physically disabled

to the financially destitute.

 

Now they want to cut back on school dinners for kids

they want to dismantle the NHS as we know it

want to raise your taxes, protect the rich

make health care a privilege of the privileged.

 

Cut your benefits, limit your housing rights

they want to criminalise homelessness

that their system caused; is still causing.

 

They want to attack refugees for seeking safety from terror

waging war on ‘terror’ with more violence

they need their scapegoats, a group of people to blame

they breed hate in the community

they breed racial violence and intolerance

they rely on your hatred.

 

They kiss babies and promise change

and with every baby they kiss, another lie is born

with every positive change they promise

the more promises they break.

 

With every scandal, they deny or invent

another parliamentary abuse moves out of the radar

their violent hearts drop bombs to cause distractions

they do not feel the bloodshed, they see gold.

 

No, they don’t feel it like we do

they do not feel the aftershock

they rely on our vote

they rely on our gullibility

they rely on our silence

Our stupidity.

 

Fuck them

fuck them

fuck them

get passionate.