Open book

Oh my blessed Socrates Self control individually Myself action for myself happiness I mourn your loss I love your morality Vauvenargues, La Rochefoucauld, Nicolas Chamfort Buried in their own hypocrisy and delusion All animals have morality Not all animals are equal Free us from the slavery of democracy The politician and criminal are but the same Mirrored through the looking glass of the community Man steals from man Only the rats are left to pick over the pieces Nietzsche believed in the supreme man The Tea Party believed they are the supreme race Reagan and Thatcher the empire demolition dream team Jenga politics for the workingman The decline of the American global dictatorship World peace after the death of the human race Only the bankers, politicians and Justin Bieber wannabe’s Left alive to sing for their supper Nail me to nihilism

When the clock ran rivers of time, And the men knew what an orgasm was, Little girls no longer played with dolls, Another scientist committed suicide. All the drunks and drug addicts drank carbonized water, Homosexuals stopped swishing their cigarette smoke, And the U.S. Mail was delivered on time, Another politician resigned. The world series was over for ever, Only Speilberg made films, And the radio played Chinese Rap, Another dentist ran a red light. The Cadillac ran on water, Scuba diving was compulsory, And the gym was only for fat people, Another preacher gave up God. The police stopped beating the good guys, The therapist did therapy, And the Actor took a proper job, Another fireman smouldered with anger. Today Aids was eradicated from the world, The homeless had homes, and no one was hungry, Abuse was a dead word, Dreaming Utopia.

Millions of people write poetry only a select few get recognized. Sometimes it is the emotional outlet for those in love, upset or even angry. Wordsworth with his daffodils was writing about what he saw and what he felt. I truly believe everyone should read at least one poem a day. Why? Your whole life could be uncovered in a single poem and therefore, make sense at last. Also, there are so many good poets to choose from: Poe, Keats, Frost, Auden and too many more to list. My favourite is Betjeman. I have for many years loved the poems of John Clare as well. They calm and shut out the horrors of this world for a few minutes, allowing a brief respite from the world. The following poem is one of mine. It was written because I found an empty gin bottle in the gutter outside a church covered in confetti. Bill And Mary Bill and Mary were married, last Saturday. The whole town came to see. Now all that's left are memories and that bottle with its contents of confetti. Collected by a smal...