Deceiver

Trust my truth

don’t mind the proof

it’s gaping hole

it’s lost soul

Feel my game

the blame game 

immigrants are there to blame 

says the same man who owns millions

and has aspirations to own billions 

A politician 

a political movement 

lacks improvement 

just another bowel moment 

just another noun

sounding out to name his enemy

stinging like a sea anemone 

giving you an awful rash

and taking votes for cash

Sponsored by 

and lobbied by

big corporations and business 

another rich mess

from Cambridge 

Oxford and Eton

as disabled people are a beaten into mess

filled corner 

and human beings are trafficked and told they have no right to stay even though they were born here

but haven’t got the paperwork 

another office clerk

More bureaucracy

more lies

media moguls 

facebook spies 

the tears of crocodile 

who hunts and preys

on the working class and their delusions 

and takes advantage of their confusion.

Peter Pan as a Man

Drifting from day dream dramas

Karma an unhinged beast

feasting on imagination

His righteous indignation

blushing red against his skin

but chained against his respectable aura

he didn’t want to grow up

He’d rather blow up

like a bomb

Songs gather enemies embolden

the golden days are over

fairies watch dying in the distance

His shadow takes over leading him on

Peter Pan as a man

He’s forgotten to dream

to feed the crocodile of time

these are the days that loose their shine

corporate suits kill

never land roots lost

We all grow up he’ll never settle down

lost in psychosis

waiting for cleansing osmosis

telling tales no one believes…