Sunday 21 September 2014

Let me be grumpy


I don’t mean any harm when I complain
even though I say it again and again
just want to release a bit of extra steam
I’m much much nicer than I may seem

(Chorus)
Oh, let me be grumpy in my old age
let me be grumpy in my old age
Not young any more, not got long to go
let me be grumpy till the day I die

I tolerated foolishness all my life
listened to horror tales of war and strife
took it on the chin, turned the other cheek
always cheered for the downtrodden meek

I may give the image of angry discontent
but please believe me that’s not what I meant
my opinion is mine and if you disagree
you’re more than welcome to be grumpy back to me

(Chorus)

I reserve the right to rant and rave
won’t have a chance when I’m in my grave
I won’t shut up just to try to be polite
I’ll moan and groan from morning till night

(Chorus)


Friday 12 September 2014

Here isn't the news


Headline news shows the sporting personality
bidding for national glory,
but no reports of the hate-speech practitioners
crawling across Ginza, protected by the boys in blue

Closeups of marble-skinned models
with faces created skillfully and chemically,
but the faces of children scorched beyond recognition
are too gruesome for delicate sensibilities

The nation is upliftingly charmed by the footage
of a kitten rescued from the smelly drain,
but the visual stench of shattered human remains
does not qualify for peak-time viewing

Mediocre pop singers crooning with correctness
their sounds without soul or spirit
their base message nothing more than “don’t give up”
while those with more relevance stay
in the basement bars and clubs
never exposed to a wider range of ears

We are shown success stories of those
who have made it, which means money,
and how virtuous they are painted
designed for envy and emulation by those
who need another life, because they are
already dead.