Ulysses Be Fruitless

 

 

     “Yes your majesty, no your majesty,

three bags full your majesty” and then,

                      whack!

 

     I have lingered here, not by choice,

but to collate what’s blatant but never said,

what a higher state needs to understand,

       needs to ‘feel’ and know thine dread,

 

     ‘so much has been lost upon our elders death,

so much – too much and more than can be said’

 

     Walking now, head held high in shame,

I am amongst the bio-bots of a society that’s

   fraud, a society to blame but lip service

     to lies and denial, means we smile polite

   sentiments in streets where box of shoes

      is only bought, with credit,– like a life,

           a life to buy now and pay later,

                die now and live………….

 

                                                   ……...when?’

 

     It is a price to pay, a hair transplant;

three thousand pounds and more but,

a scalping is nowt of the innocent that

    complain, victims of a conscious never

        allowed the fundamental,

             the basic human right to scream -

                     this is wrong.

 

             ‘are you happy with your clone children,

                   for those gestated are an ESP danger

                           to halls of the elite that run this, fake!’

 

     Contractual obligations see us

check the bank balance at the end of the day,

  every day and none are courted tomorrow

     till the practise has been vetted as committed

          by the surf, and surf, and surf and yet,

              here where the light be as fake

                 as an agony aunts concern,

                    Bondi Beach be very, very, far.

 

     My bairns are growing now the puberty blockers

are deemed unfit for use yet, upon our authority is

a notion that ‘they’ are at last, intact,

         when considered states of growth

              are only upon a populous where we

   are deliberately dumbed down and neutered

      in infancy but aye, our physical form

            needs, and must, be known???

 

We are with stupid,

for stupid is whom they promote as spook,

stupid is whom they ‘use’ for rule enforcement,

stupid is the doctor now,

stupid has always been the politician,

and stupid be our generals but,

   how we are told, breed in the folds of skin

     upon a British Bulldogs face

          for then he be a true pedigree,

               is how they breed in our nepotist rulers and,

                     the pooch can no longer see,

                            just the same, as our ruling elite.

 

     Three thousand pounds a hair transplant,

while victims of conscience are scalped for free,

   you wonder why I thought of Gok as decent -

      not to let the capitalist form ideas in you

         your form was not good enough, but again,

              the sentiment over-ruled for,

                    they now tell you what to see,

                          and never to sense and feel as the invisible -

                                film the conceit and tell you;

                                                                     ‘it is your fault.’

 

 

Michael J Waite 3rd January 2025.