Jackson Davies

Biography

I guess I'm a poet. I still feel a bit pretentious saying that, but I suppose that's just the patriarchal conditioning (and I definitely feel pretentious saying that). I tend to write things that are angry and political. But sometimes also some stuff I think is funny. I like to make stuff that rhymes and personally I mostly don't like poems that don't rhyme. As with all things, there are always exceptions to the rule. I've been performing spoken word stuff in my hometown of Portsmouth, UK for about a year or so, mostly at open mic nights. Being a dad to a beautiful young daughter, my time is limited so I tend not to do it that often. In the past year, I've supported Attila the Stockbroker, as well as some up and coming hip hop bands. Looking for any gigs really, preferably ones that don't get my usual audience so I can see if it works on other people as well. Probably not right wing gatherings though, as I'm pretty fucking lefty.

Samples

The Establishment More than a third of British land remains in the hands of just thirty six thousand aristocrats and The establishment ammasses wealth, Not banned From aggressively annexing power, Changing hands In a way that has no precedent, Time to take a stand Some people think the queen is still a leader Like the nations of the world give a monkeys who succeeds her And Eton public schoolboys get away with paedophilia But Britain’s still Great, yeah, if you believe the media Thats feeding yer lies, no compassion in their eyes Fascists back in fashion, yet we still don't want to rise Distracted by appearance like an MP’s lack of ties Or celebrity’s thighs They plot and they devise, so you don't realise But I spy - over the channel there are refugees Despite what bigots want you to think it's still humanity Giving in to irritation and insanity Compare them to roaches it’s like a Nazi fantasy Plus when only the rich can afford higher education Then that's the very definition of class segregation Their ongoing mission to cause societal regression By cutting working class areas, diverting all attention From the one million people having to use food banks regularly The bankers that fucked things that get bonuses quarterly Riot cops dispatched to keep you calm and orderly While the one percent is getting their reward in early Bread and circus for you plebs, fear the reds under beds As if McCarthy still sez what should be seen or read And the vault of information on the internet is lead To make you think it’s no-ones fault that kids are underfed Or even dead, due to brutal cuts to support networks And multiple threads of unemployed who can’t get work Rich kids with dreads, with daddy’s trust fund on ket lurk And they will tell you who to trust, while “operatives” conduct “wetwork” In developing countries throughout the middle east Why would they want to stop when there’s no reason to cease And people still to fleece with bare faced lies under lease From government forces cause they own the police Why would they go for peace, when they can get your piece Of the pie by taking it off you by force And if you try to shake it off, they call in the laws With a high vis jacket swinging clubs from their horse What you gonna do, with no probable cause They keep their eyes on the prize They don’t want to jeopardise This I emphasize The Establishment lies Supergrass didn't mention if you were caught by the fuzz Just don't be asian or black like Mark Duggan was Crime apparently don't pay but war definitely does For every mine that goes boom or every bullet that buzz It lines the pockets of executives from private companies Our democratic process ensures these corporate thieves Make billions at your expense, they’re a social disease Hiding behind euphemistic names and every one of these From Chemling to Thales to BAE Systems Turn ordnance on civilians and the guns that fine mist em They run abhorrent schemes like for-profit prisons They get away with murder cos there’s no-one to resist em And I mean that literally, they murder people blatantly Through fear and control and the business is patently Arranged to enhance any bit of worry latently Embedded by chance in your head and basically Designed to ensure that depressing state of mind, You’re resigned And defined by a world that keeps you blind Your minds kept running by the every day grind And every opportunity is taken to remind Us it's a world in which they alone hold the power They don't care about the throne cause that changes by the hour So don't worry about the clown coming down from Trump Tower Worry about the machinations run to keep you dour My grapes are sour, it's stuck in this way cos we let it Through apathy and boredom and not wanting to go get it I’m not innocent of this, when all I do is rap a bit But if even one percent of this stunning rapier wit (yeah, sarcastic) But if it succeeds to awaken us See we don't need two parties so analogous I’m not going to say that illuminati is controlling us There’s no need for conspiracy when it's all so obvious They keep their eyes on the prize They don’t want to jeopardise This I emphasize The Establishment lies But I'm willing to bet i'm preaching to the converted And it's difficult to see how this dystopia can be averted The course of justice is perverted While ministers act sinister, and the richest are alerted With concerted efforts to preserve the wealth divide The Panama Papers show that they’re not on your side If you’re making six figures then you get a free ride Then they let the poorest die out, it’s financial genocide The side that the papers are on is of right wing think tanks Who themselves get funded by the reps of city banks The aim is to sell the story that you’re a paranoid crank If you dare to question narratives and step outside your rank If you didn't go to public schools and know the right folk Then you don’t get the money or the power or the joke They openly laugh at you as benefits go up in smoke And the war on drugs is fine if it don't affect their coke You may bleed from their cuts that they sling like darts They want you stay quiet and just play your parts And if you ain’t rich then good luck working in the arts Without a trust fund then you ain’t making the charts But apart from all this, aren’t politics boring? Who cares about the third world they wage war in? Or no taxes offshoring, the hacked phones when you’re calling? For all the crack whoring and champagne that they’re pouring? And the facts they’re obscuring of wealth that they’re storing If you’re drawing from this that they’re taking the mick And treating all of us like we’re gullible pricks Then ignore their fake carrot and instead grab the sticks And beat these fake masters and ignore their fake tricks Things will only change when we manage to break free And that can be arranged if we break the oligarchy See, the limits on our way of life are just fantasy Smash the chains and be the change that you want to see

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