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It was slimsy, flimsy whimsy that day. 

But anything seems OK when you get paid.

Demiurge

When Demiurge arranged chaos one day,
He did not know it would end this way:
For with order comes power and wealth,
A combination that proves bad for your health:
Whether exploiting or under the cosh.

From the very first fences and walls,
From the very first palatial halls:
To all crops: wheat, fruit, honey,
To all wealth: gold, coins, money:
Everything was made to divide

All things make small or make tall:
All things are used to make trip and fall;
Gender, race, sexuality, perceived normality,
Class, politics, human history and geography:
Everything is used to divide

When Demiurge arranged chaos one day,
He did not know it would end this way:
It seemed that (he was really) doing the world a favour,
For without order there'd be no good things either:
It's just a shame about the bad stuff.

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The ground, for Yuri, was lifeless mounds:
The air, for him, contained all that was sweet and fair.
Until the day his luck did end 
And heaven did unto him forfend. 
Yuri, a man who could not bare not to fly 
Was thrown down cruelly from the sky.

Mallacht Chromail ort

Cromwell - divided by the Irish Sea,
A double headed man to me.
On one side a merman, guider, protector,
On the other a tyrant, criminal, murderer.
Slayer of a king but also of people
In the name of the owner of steeples.
A temporary eraser of monarchical woe,
A permanent changer of the ordered flow,
Yet a righteous condemner of the defeated
To trialess bloody massacre or from land unseated
Into the west, to hell, or to Connacht,
Or away across seas, muscles fraught.

Everywhere a legacy for the ages,
Everyone paying his ghost wages,
As he is remembered differently
By each Tom, Dick and Harry.
But always and ever is talk of that curse,
Which, for me, is getting decidedly worse:
Can you judge in isolation,
Should you judge as a whole?
Political dislocation,
Nations buried in holes.

the northampton square spider

the northampton square spider watches over us all
spinning a web within which we must fall
but not in any way that would be sinister
but as a bed for weary misses and misters

the northampton square spider keeps us all calm
by playing her web to ward off any alarm
she spins us clothes of silk
she feeds us fly blood milk

the northampton square spider is our first and last
we are now stuck together gladly fast
for this spider is now our mother
we no longer need another

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As pungent, as keen, as the knife was, it was nothing compared to the stink it unleashed on the city after piercing the mayor's insides.

To move from pies toward worldy-wise

Often I've wished I were worldly-wise and not just the guy who eats the pies with ever expanding thighs and ever deader eyes with whom it's hard to sympathise. 

But the world outside is a mystery, I only know interiors, I’ve never felt the urge to flee, to go beyond my own posterior, only wish to be sedentary, always to me the choice less inferior.

Yet doubts creep in, what if I’m missing something – what if an outside fling changes everything, makes me sing louder than a flock of starlings – creates within me a whole new meaning?

At the moment, though, a change is too hard, my mind is set against flow, set concrete hard: I’ll just keep down low, stay down real hard, I’ll block it out with stereo, try it real hard.

So, to move from pies toward world-wise?  This is something for my future to try.

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With thimble rig I trick you with my jig,

In a game of shells I'll bring you merry hell.

Some get angry, say I cheat each woman and man:

I say, hey, it's just a trick, a sleight of hand.

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The benevolent dictator was good in many ways, I remember, but also had off days. 

I mean, who needs a free alligator?

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It only took a minim for me to become a victim,
When, to the delight of the local boys,
I was voided by brown noise.

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The epitome of my tweets so far/Perhaps one day I will be a star/Til then these rhymes/Will be my only crimes/Anywho: I have nothing to mar!

A problem for a pilot before the Battle for Gray’s Inn and West Smyth Fields

I tried to placate him with food,

I tried to placate him with words:

I tried desperately to alter his mood

And go out to face Underearth birds.

But it’s hard to be in charge,

Of a creature so incredibly large.

It is one almighty feat

To get his wings to beat

And take on the incoming hordes,

Taking one big piece from the board.

So when a giant mead-filled flagon

Won’t do it, you just have to say,

In a downtrodden, sigh-ridden way:

“That’s the risk when using dragons”.

Tabloid journalists are the bankers of the press

My oh my!
How the fourth estate can bombinate!
So much guff in the form of rebuffs,
Tits only the beginning of beliefs sexist,
Plus suspicion presented as intuition
Leading to the sort of hate that can only instigate
Or breed into bruises and bleeding.

Line the gutter with these fuckers!
Pulp and burn and feed to worms!
Consign them all to the bin,
We cannot let these bastards win
In destroying our society -
Let us make them entirely history!

Please-
Only present us with news that's news,
Not celebrity gossip and leering views;
Do not kick up sand,
Do not incite the land:
Bring us together,
Bring peace forever
Or leave us forever in peace.

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Opposite socks (almost, but not quite) make me oh!-so quirky,

Opposite socks (almost, but not quite) make my legs feel jerky:

When hidden by smart trousers and shirt,
I hope they do not hurt 
The Company through complaints
from those without taste:
My! It would be such a waste
Of lovely opposite socks (almost, but not quite).

For, in them, I'm quite a fox ;-) -

All the girls go crazy

At my hair quite wavy:
They dig my flowing locks,
Matched with magical opposite socks (almost, but not quite)!

           

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