Harsh Words With A Shock Jock
Babble on you travesty of human existence
It’s dirty money you make
Drawing attention to the dark side of things
Posing as the voice of upstairs management
You weave ugly words into an unearthly tapestry
Of deception, violence and hate
Sullying the lives of innocent people
Undeserving of what you bring them as their orchestrated fate
Shock jock is your category of behaviour
A stage-managed label in a marketplace of lies that sell
And so you behave like a real estate agent
Selling strata title in Hell
The Seven Deadly Sins are your subject matter
To get public attention
You rant and rave in Plato’s cave
Giving every possible wrong cause a mention
You twist the truth, deny the science,
Greet the law with illicit defiance
Until you have a world that reeks of iniquity
The kind where your type rises to the well paid rank of stardom
But get you gone you stentor of gibberish
Cast yourself into tomorrow’s waste bins of irrelevance
Pollute the air with the last traces of your aggressive persona
Turned into the dust of your deserved oblivion
And let the beautiful silence when you no longer speak
Proclaim to us all
That the world can be a positive, dignified place
Dinner For Two
Bon appetite
Tell me how long have you been making a living
Deceiving people with distorted realities?
You don’t say
That’s a very long time. Profitable I assume?
I thought so, judging by your extravagant lifestyle
Tell me
How important to you is the truth?
That’s interesting
And how often does it reduce selling power?
Aha! Well now fancy that!
Lies are more profitable than scientific proof
So there you stand. But tell me this
Do you feel sometimes like Mephistopheles?
Yes, the well known bargainer…
There’s a Faustus in every lounge room isn’t there?
You make your entire living out of temptation do you not?
Well that’s something we agree on
There’s a Heaven waiting for everyone with a Visa card
Even if you buy passports to Hell
But we don’t have debtor’s prisons any more do we?
Places where spendthrifts have to go
More trivia. How do you feel about the moral equity
Of invasive commercials that destroy dramatic tension in films?
You castrate the artistry this way on TV to sell, don’t you?
Is that really in pursuit of the best of all possible worlds?
I take your point:
The means justifies the end
Well there you are
I have got to know you and your modus operandi much better now
Would you care for a drink to complete our celebration?
What about some Absinthe?
There you are. Just a little of the Green Fairy. Nice
And thanks for your card:
AAA: AMBIVALENT ADVERTISING AGENCY
I’ll look you up next time my ship comes in
Cowboys And Indians
I was a hero once
A man of the saddle
Infinitely calm in a crisis
Twirling my six-shooter revolver
In defiance of the Indians
Who surrounded me in pursuit of my scalp
My friend Arthur was one of those dangerous foes
He had a lovely feathery headdress
A Christmas present from his Auntie Jane
He would creep up on me as an Apache from time to time
In the bush near where we lived
But I was always ready for him
Too alert by far
A great survivor like Hopalong Cassidy
Or Roy Rogers
My heroes from the Saturday matinees
I must admit however
Occasionally he would get me
Creeping up behind me with his rubber Indian axe
He was no match for me with his bow and arrow though
Now I have grown up
In fact I am very grown up
An octogenarian
Arthur is long dead
So we no longer play together
Instead I read a lot
And American history is one of my favourite subjects
I go for a walk in the bush still these days
Unafraid of Indians
But I wonder why I was taught fear of them by all those movies
Was there a racist agenda in all those screenplays?
I do not know but perhaps there was
I learn too about all the beautiful land those indigenous victims lost
Yes, maybe Arthur and I should have acted out the Little Bighorn
With Arthur as Crazy Horse, Chief Gall or Sitting Bull
And me George Armstrong Custer, the man with the red right hand
One Kind Word
Life is hard for a failure
One who never manages to succeed
With even the simplest challenges of life
Poverty ruled my childhood
My father couldn’t afford Christmas presents
So he made me wheelbarrows and cricket bats
Using surplus timber from building sites
Where he worked as a labourer
My school outcomes were poor
Somehow I didn’t understand
The nature of classroom interaction
It was all too confusing for me
My first job was with Woolworths
But I got the sack
Because I went to my grandfather’s funeral on a busy day
Had several other jobs but couldn’t find contentment
I was a garbage man for a while
Not a high status role
But you have to eat and the exercise carrying the bins was good
Then came the change
The baby boom after World War II
Left my country’s schools in dire need
Classes were big because teachers were few
A massive recruitment drive followed
That was why I found myself
At an interview one significant afternoon
The inquisitor was gentle with me, looking for new teachers
He smiled often
And seemed to understand my desperate desire
To belong to my society
Many questions and answers followed
Then eventually, came one kind word:
“Yes!”
So I became a teacher
And did well in those first years especially – loved the work
Among other reasons because I truly understood how it feels to fail
To Err Is Inhuman
So you have made a mistake
Stuffed up completely as the hoi polloi would put it
Bungled, fumbled, miscalculated, lapsed
Until the structure of your world has collapsed
But you won’t admit a thing
You point instead to the counterfeit progress you have made
With sham progressivism
Giving the market the same importance as people’s health
The sirens of untruth
Trumpet your name in the blimpish media
You, the proclaimed angel of profit
Who guides us away from so called loss and suffering
So they say
Yet in truth all you promote is success for your powerful friends
Heed this then
O painter of deceptive self-portraits
Life stories not based on truth are doomed to slip slide away
To fade into oblivion
Eventually
So even if you cover your deceptive tracks
Speak about fantasies of achievement
Divert attention from the truth with platitudes that sound good
Beware
For history will uncover reality
Relentlessly
With judgements drawn from true evidence revealed by the ages
Thus it follows as day the night since time began,
The truth will in the end reach out to every man
That is why your period in office will end with a loss of friends
Your name will fade from minds near and far
Perhaps for that reason I’ve already forgotten who you are
Idiots
Blithering is an utterance I have often heard
Compellingly placed beside idiots
When asked to act decisively
The idiot merely fidgets
Today there’s a word these dullards regard as decidedly obscene:
They run away and hide their heads
At the mention of a vaccine
Brainwashed they proclaim with stark impunity
Their right in freedom’s name, to kill themselves and others
By completely refusing immunity
So the virus rages and the death toll rises
As dullards stage a procession
They demonstrate in their ill-informed way
Inspired by a halfwit’s obsession:
Masks don’t work; lockdowns are a lurk
With the virus one of a villain’s schemes
But O my, things are so different
When you believe in science
Therefore awaken poor fools, expunge your nightmare
And may new found truth enter your dreams
If you throw away your life expectancy
Nothing more can be said
The wise will survive and remain alive
While the others will soon be dead
But wait
In my quest for peace, more wisdom I require
Those who err and meet dismay
Need my pity not my ire
Passion should become compassion
So here’s to reform ere this poem ends
As there is yet time to make amends
royciebaby
Great work Royce Levi. Thanks for your writing – it provides comfort and entertainment to many 🙂