Pissed Off At Bullshit.

See me standing, see me smile
& know that underneath, I fume all the while
For barraged by lies, struck down by the bull
I wish for the evil an intelligence cull!

I would remove all these idiots who control with their lies
I would happily eradicate them & wave them goodbye
I would line them all up and one after other
Remove my twisted fellow, my so called human brother

For he stands there and degrades the intelligence I now have
With his condescending ridicule & his monstrous false laugh
He pats on my shoulders and says ‘Dear Boy’
& he treats me superficially, he thinks I’m some toy

He tells me to think, to agree with his words
But I see through his pretence & I know he’s absurd
I spit & I bleed with frustration & such hate
That my venom can’t reach him & I’ve left it too late

So yeah sure I say, make up you’re rules
Treat me to such idiocy and mockery by fools
Tell me I’m wrong & tell me I’m dim
Because the morality I have hasn’t let me yet ‘win’

But when you’re outnumbered by idiots and the dumb
What chance do you have of breaking such sum
That the evil and weak, that the fuckwits and sheep
Will always out power the thoughts that I keep

For you see I’m bound by the law & I’m forced not to shout
‘How dare you stand up & let the truth out?
How dare you complain and put out the facts
That all of our bullshit is just an attack?

For No-one will listen to your un-PC ways
Where truth and justice are an old-fashioned craze
Anything you say will lead you to die
& anything you know will be tainted with lies

Let us twist statistics and paint you with hate
Vilify your lifestyle with a sad end as fate
A minority we are but we’ve taken control
& you better know ‘brother’ we’re after you soul.

So give us your money, give us respect
Give us more of everything you haven’t given yet
For you’re finished, you’re pathetic, embarrassed and dying
Your history has changed, & it’s your God who’s crying.

~ injustice and bullshit really piss me off. Who are these idiots who are so ‘special’? I hate them!
(c) ed simkins

A day in the heat.

The battle with the ignorant continues
The will of the masses takes over.
Tired of excuses, I hide from the streets
Streets full of sheep, bleating & crying.

Walls being shot at,
Traffic full of nutters
Places full of fear
& trees full of lies.

Holding my head,
I hide in my darkness
Wishing for break through
Screaming frustration.

& distance grows greater
When the angels fly south
& the planes which they pilot
Take leave; turn cloudless.

The heat of the day
Intolerable & nervous
A beauty in trousers
Her hair it was falling.

& from god comes intelligence
So few that believe
Whinging & moaning
& changing the rules.

& the anger of the whores
Who takes time to prostrate
Asking for money
Which the government stakes.

The wondrous & the charming,
The sweet & the clean
All are my dreams
As I type this machine.

The young they die soon
& these angels seem fake
I close in my curtains
& worship the break.

~ my day in hell.
© ed simkins

A Day In The Life Of Me.

A cold evening death, stillness in solitude.
The light fades deep; a darkened empty room.
Sun dips head and waves farewell.
Dark mood takes over, sombre tone to tell,
In sands of grey, a mangled wreck
A human tide around my neck
A foreign race of greed & power
Stripping my nation of courage by hour.
St. George he fell in overwhelmed disgust.
While flowers saluted as England lost.
Two camps came clear, one black, one white
An error in the ways of man, so obvious to cite.
& women captured by the folly of their lies
Money, power, greed & comfort, opened wide your treacherous thighs.
I circled the army to which I relate.
The few were dying though but I battled hate.
Yet battle lost I ran inside, a hideous complex, a rich man’s joke
A hideous beast in which I hid, the tears fell from brave mens broke
I punched the terrorists & killed a few,
I ran through buildings, bruised black & blue
I cried for the millions, their mouths shut tight
For no-one speaks when God takes fright.
Collecting swords & thoughts gone past
I escaped outside & screaming fast
I took the soldiers & shook their head
“Follow on!” I cried & the war reset
A growing impulse of right from wrong
& If God were here he’d lead along!
Still numbers rose & the dead lay thick,
I stumbled forward on blood & sick,
I craved my medals, I sought my gold
I stood on limbs & raised their soul
But then I blinked & I was led
To train of strangeness in empty shed
I gazed at girl & stripped her down
Her clothes were torn & flesh was shown.
I bit her lips & loved her skin,
I pushed her round & pulled her in,
She loved her pleasure & I her smile
& echoes filled my ears awhile.
But solemn night now takes control,
& light has faded over lonely soul,
I sit here silent & weary torn,
Intrepid fighter, in tired form.

~ a day in the frightful city; of library, aliens, trains, beauty & interest.
© ed simkins

Sheep Less Cold

Sheep attack on these darkened days, once the masters sleep and brains removed

the men they lust, the women bicker and all the children scream and howl.

let moon rise up and tides reveal a phantom phlegm of human past

a knife is drawn and leader’s back is drenched in Ceaser’s blood.

the sanity of the world has failed and brainless zombies take over

Nietzsche’s eyes they roll and squirm as UberMenshce are shot

He cries out proud & rather loud in failed pain, his intellect destroyed

for what use now is mental thought, when sheep are flocked and led.

the human race a failed dream of greed and hate and selfish deeds

i’d rather be in frozen cave than surrounded there in misery.

with whispers lied and bullshit spoke, what chance the few with brains

this tortured life in fields of sheep, where power corrupts unnamed.

i look to you as strange relief, to reveal the truth within

that people lie and kill and cheat, that few deserve to live.

when money and deceit is all that’s left, we start the modern world

my escape to woods is holy news, for lies are killed by nature

and the emptiness of their opinions backed by hope and prayer and gossip.

if god existed rather than a story born, in a cave would he rest and smile

for if he knew the bullshit of the pain, this human race he’d cull!

now pander to the lame and free! reduce the grips of law!

speak of weather being ‘less cold’ he says or or of illusions of geometry,

science forms a basic rock but the sheep in groups disdain

and force the bright to begrudge defeat through numbers of lies not thought.

~ On the inequalities & stupidity & ignorance of society

(c) Ed Simkins