Sunday, March 13, 2011

Hell No! We Won't Go! (Well, actually, we will go on the Protest Poetry Bus)

So, this weeks Poetry Bus task is to write a protest poem. Watercats has set the task, and had asked us to only write four lines. I got so mad writing my poem, that it got a little longer... I also don't think I got the rhythm right *(as requested) but again, I got a little carried away.

Here it is...

Politicians and Bankers Can Kiss My Angry Irish Ass.

The feckers took my money
they spent it on houses and cars
so now I'm stuck in a country that's fucked
and not one of them bastards's behind bars.

They gave the jobs to the boys
they frittered the money away
So now my kids have no future
and the best and brightest can't stay.

So rise up my brothers and sisters!
Lets us roar and scream and shout
Let us tells those puss filled blisters
That we've finally found them all out

We're burning their homes to the ground
we're salting the earth where they live
we're reclaiming this state for the people
And we're not in the damn mood to forgive.

I did actually manage to full fill the brief with my first attempt - only four lines - but I'm not sure if it is strictly protest? But hey, since I wrote it, here it is...

They tell us not to do it
that killing is a crime
but behind the cover of bench and bar
they're doing it all the time.

Well, after all that vitriol and spleen venting I think I need a drink.

(*am aware I, in fact, completely ignored the rhythm, rhyming scheme requested!


the watercats said...

All ofthese are fantastic, and it's actually a relief to find a true rebel who thought feck the format! You have passed some sort of Jedi type test :-) Will try and fit at least one of your verses into the song somewhere, they're too good not to. cheers!

120 Socks said...

No we are not in the damn mood to forgive, go rebel go!

Domestic Oub said...

Thanks for the understanding Watercats! I wish I could say it was the rebel in me... but it really more carelessness.. but no, no, it's the raging rebel! Always the rebel me...

Socks - Damn straight! Let's hang 'em high!!

Titus said...

The Veedon Fleece!
The Veedon Fleece!

I love it when you're angry. Probably not so nice for you.

Niamh B said...

awareness is the first step after all... spleentastic!!!

Enchanted Oak said...

I got even angrier whilst writing my verse too. The Fat Cats ruling nations and economies need a serious lesson. I'm charmed by the idea of forcing them to kiss your ass.

The Dead Acorn said...

I'm fairly certain that I just fell in love with you.

That's good stuff.

Peter Goulding said...

Oh lovely well-aimed vitriol. Would, with the greatest deference, suggest maybe squeezing those pus-filled blisters? Such lovely words to mouthe.

Domestic Oub said...

Titus - no anger bad, I have an ulcer!

Oak - Thank u, there will be much ass kissing when I become benevolent supreme ruler of the world...

DA - I blush :) What can I say? I'm inspirational!

Thanks Peter...though now I have a horrible image in my head of squeezed pus... urrggh.

Right back atcha Lolamouse, hope to see u here again :)

Helen - Lol! Please do :)

And together my friends we shall overcome!!

The Bug said...

Ooh - you're right. We're talking about the same feckers. Sigh.

Well done!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Fuckin dead right!
The Veedon D'OUb! The Veedon D'Oub!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I think we should all kiss your angry ass.

R- said...

just started following and so far....i can't stop reading! amazing.