Paper work
If paper work proves on paper
that proper work
has provided work
for paper-pushers
how much paperwork
should proper workers
provide to paper-pushers
to prove they are proper workers
and to provide them with work?
I’ve
been watching them for a while.
They’re
definitely not like you and me.
They
talk in a strange way, remotely,
without
emotion, like robots chanting.
I
know my world and
they’re
not part of it.
They
live another life as if they were from
another
planet, in a distant galaxy.
They’re clever, the way they pretend to be
human,
but they can’t fool me.
Their
leader has a face like a mask
And
dresses strangely, occasionally.
Its all a front, don’t be fooled,
Its
aliens who rule us, it’s a real conspiracy
So
you think I’m paranoid – that aliens rule us?
That
they don’t want us to be free?
Who
are these alien rulers? Can’t you see?
Come on, wake up, it’s the Royal Family.
Mind-bending
reality
You find weirdos in all sorts of places.
I found some in my college
on the Corporate Board.
I didn’t understand why it was called that
but after a few meetings
I realised why, as I ended up
really corporate bored.
Anyway, they were going on about
how well the college is managed
and suddenly I thought, hang on,
What are they on?
Mind-bending drugs?
The college management
haven’t got the faintest idea
about the college or management.
Their reality was not mine.
That’s when I made the breakthrough.
Yes, they must be doing drugs.
But what are they taking?
Whatever it is, they ought to let me into the secret.
I’d like to try a dose of that.
I have been trying to work it out
and have finally decided
that they are into some cracking stuff.
They are injecting serious money,
mainlining mega-bucks.
I have come to the conclusion that
the money-drug they feed themselves
produces a new chemical high
called bull-shit which creates
an altered state in which
paper mountains hide
them from reality.
They look and sound
as if they are real sober people,
but they’re really a bunch of weirdos.
It is seriously worrying.
These people are out of control.
They stress their power
by stressing me out
So, confronted by control addicts,
I retreat and respond
with a sense of humour,
recognising their banality,
while fighting for reality.
Dedicated to English Imperialists in the SWP
I felt it was my duty as a socialist,
who knows all the answers,
to put the locals right
about what they had done wrong.
So, off I went to London,
to inform their local Socialist Alliance
that they were wrong to organise
themselves as if London mattered.
Look, I explained, patiently,
London is no different to
anywhere else, like the Midlands
and I know because I’ve been there.
I was amazed by their negative response.
So, I shouted at them,
but they still didn’t understand.
They really are very backward.
One of them even had the cheek
To question my authority.
Doesn’t he know that we are never wrong
because we are always right?
Anyway, who cares about London?
After all, it’s a bit remote from
where things are really happening,
in important places like Abertridwr