Voting Fascist

I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me
I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me
Tell me what’s the difference between you and me
And why you would vote for a fascist

Your avenues are like our wide streets
Our estates are made from the same concrete
Like the pubs and shops where people meet
So why would you vote for a fascist

I come from the city of a hundred tongues
I come from the city to which everyone comes
No need to see the world when the world comes here
While you live in fear

Don’t live in fear

‘Cos it’s not perfect
Nothing ever is
But if we work it
Takes less than it gives
If you come from the place where everybody lives
You’d never vote for a fascist

I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me
I’ll tell you what’s a bother, what’s a-bothering me
Tell me what’s the difference between you and me
And why you would vote for a fascist

Our children’s problems are the same as yours
The same woes behind the same front doors
The same kids, the same rich men’s wars
So why would you vote for a fascist

I come from the city that forgets where you are from
I come from the city where you just belong
The city that says everything is here
While you live in fear

Don’t live in fear

‘Cos it’s not perfect
Nothing ever is
But if we work it
Takes less than it gives
If you come from the place where everybody lives
You’d never vote for a fascist

And we hear it
When the fascist lies
We see his greed
It’s no surprise
A rich man set to better rich men’s lives
So, I’d never vote for a fascist
Never vote for a fascist

Havering

If you climb a lamppost in Romford
You can see Clacton-on-Sea
The roundabouts all lead to Essex
Where the punters say they’d rather be

Paying their taxes in crypto
Or rolls of used twenty-pound notes
A borough landlocked celebrating
How now they can stop the boats

If you climb a lamppost in Romford
You can see Clacton-on-Sea
Where give ‘em a chance to fuck it all up
Is the only hope there seems to be

A Royal Visit

The men who would be king
More than anything
By birthright, exercise of might
Or ear-bloodied “fight, fight, fight”
Shake hands for the press clips
Lend their names to battle ships
Share sotto voce quips
Of lives so obscenely rich
There are no lengths to which
They will not go
To protect the status quo
So, while the radio
Squawks “Awks!”
The money talks
Eats lavish dinners
Knows who are the real winners
Knows it’s them not us
Chinks glasses while you fuss
T’was ever thus
But power won at point of sword
Or from a populace so bored
Of being told they can’t afford
Their just reward
Suggests; protests
That a royal visit’s best ignored

Mandy

In the Suburb, you never had to struggle
And Mandy never went without
Mandy, I’m telling you, is trouble
The kind that the papers talk about
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

If Mandy thinks you’re good for the money
Mandy’s favour comes at a price
A big loan buys you a blind eye
But only ‘til Mandy rolls the dice
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

Mandy’s got friends in high places
Mandy and friends are in the files
Sharks teeth and snakes faces
Mandy’s got friends who are paedophiles
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

Mandy loves the power behind the throne
Mandy loves a puppet to install
Mandy’s got the next one on the phone
Mandy shrugs and governments fall
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

Your secrets are not safe with Mandy
Mandy will put them up for sale
If you get into bed with Mandy
You might just join Mandy in jail
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

Mandy’s got friends in high places
Mandy and friends are in the files
Sharks teeth and snakes faces
Mandy’s got friends who are paedophiles
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy
So, don’t get involved
Don’t get involved with Mandy

St. George’s Day

The patron saint of roundabouts
Zip-tied flags and far-right louts
The patron saint of Stop The Boats
And disaffected Brexit votes

The patron saint of LBC
GB News and Talk TV
The saint of plain hostility
To anyone who ain’t like me

The patron saint of wooden crosses
Crumbling and rotten
The patron saint of you can’t have it
Races to the bottom

The patron saint of two world wars
And one lousy world cup
Where are you now our dear St George
How badly did you fuck it up?

David And Goliath

The years in prison were not kind to Goliath
He grew smaller and weaker while David grew strong
His castles kicked over; his crop destroyed before him
It weighed heavy on Goliath how it had gone so wrong

So, he stood and he shouted at the ranks of Israel
From the river to the sea, words laden with dread
David called for his sling and selected five stones
He’d settle for no less now than Goliath’s head

He turned out the lights in Goliath’s prison
Cut off supplies, cut off the outside
Gave Goliath notice of the date and time
We held our breath; David crossed the line

His stones flew hard, his stones flew long
Let only God tell me that I’m doing wrong
Women and children in their thousands gone
While David bayed Goliath you do not belong

We cried stop, David said I will not
Not while Goliath still breathes
Not while my friends in the west send stones
Not while my friends in the west send stones
Not while my friends in the west send drones
And bombs for me to drop
David said, I will not stop

Grand National Cheering On The Killing Of Horses Day

The housewife’s flutter, pick one by its name
The workplace sweepstake’s just the same
Hey Charlie, don’t fancy your horse
The Queen always loved it, of course
It’s the cheery item at the end of The News
Counting up how many horses lose
We can join our reporter now in Aintree Way
It’s Grand National Cheering On The Killing Of Horses Day

A Poem For Easter

Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross
What d’you have to go and summon Satan for?
I’m supposed to sleep in for a couple of days
But now there’s all this chaos and war

And he’s everywhere, TV and radio
Right across the social media shitshow
Wherever your midnight doom scrolling might go
With a bunch of leering demons in tow

Wait, you expected hellfire and brimstone
With a laptop and a mobile phone?
C’mon, horns and hooves are a bit mediaeval
These days he manifests as real estate evil

With a raging, rambling, boiling sea of lies
And an infernal wardrobe full of red ties
Every time he smiles a Gazan baby dies
And he has nothing but greed in his eyes

Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross
You let out death, famine, conquest and war
You say you’re Christians, but you don’t care for the poor
What d’you have to go and summon Satan for?