Lessons From The Superannuated

Vote For Me

Now I declare
You have the chance
To get me into power
So listen well
Here is my stance
My plan at this witching hour
I’m dedicated
And very well able
To make our country great
So hurry now
And vote for the fable
Ere rivals shut the gate
Now I am one
Of this world’s attackers
And I will fulfil your dreams
I get things done
With the help of my backers
Whatever their devious schemes
Deceit won’t matter
It avoids the mess
Of government behind the times
When you make the laws
There is no duress
And you get away with the crimes
It is easy for you
To assess my might
I rival the god Osiris*
Nothing will stop me
From getting things right
I’ll even ignore the virus
I will sweep aside
The opposing crew
And drive them to the slaughter
Even though it’s true
When it comes to IQ
I am but a fish out of water
But that doesn’t matter
I am your man
As long as we’ve got the numbers
I’ll get things done
With a brilliant plan
That no truth encumbers
Yes guile is the way
That now I choose
Convinced I’ll avoid detection
It’s the framework of fraud
I’ll astutely use
To triumph at the next election

*Osiris was the supreme Ancient Egyptian god.

Fire

So it’s your compliance
Denying the science
The evidence is there
Of the world’s despair
But money in your pocket is all that matters
Despite people dying and lives in tatters
It’s a massacre of burning
Calamity returning
Over and over again
And the people need to know when
Your shifty mind will master
The truth of the disaster
Just look at those flames clutching the sky
A tragic reason so many die
So don’t deny the deadly white-knuckle cause
Listen to the thunder as the wildfire roars
Yet you still keep your bargain with the Devil
And allow deadly carbon at a lethal level
You pay no heed to calamities of coal
You fund the mines in a sinister role
There is no justice in your behaviour
Global warmers see you as their saviour
So as the flames sound their death knell
Shake hands with Vulcan *– you know him well

*Vulcan was the Roman god of fire.

Climate Skeptic

Don’t know why
There’s no sun up in the sky
“Stormy Weather” Lena Horne Song 1956

Australia’s NDC outlines an economy wide emissions reduction
target of 26-28% below 2005 levels by 2030. Parliament of Australia

How many roads must that doubter travel down
Before he learns to be wise?
How many years can a man be a clown
Ere he stops polluting the skies?
The answer my friend is blowing in the breeze
And climate denial’s a disease
Just look at wildfire to quell your desire
To let the world stay the same
Will the planet transpire wrapped in the pyre
Or are you moved by the shame?
And what of the drought how can you leave out
Economic ruin of a nation?
Where is the wise voice talking about
The truth of this deadly privation?
And then there is flood with its torrent of mud
Destroying the beauty of life
Is the story of living to be written in blood
With the norm for existence strife?
Questions such as these can influence fate
As so much rests on reply
Suggestions you give must change the debate
Or we kiss our planet goodbye
Just one more thought might come to your mind
Before you answer each query
Time’s running out for our people to find
Respect for scientific theory
Yes the lesson is stark so recall Noah’s ark
Before we sink in the gloom
See the voice of reason as a light in the dark
Or would you prefer a tomb?

Photo Opportunity

I note how you grasp each photo opportunity
As newsmen follow you around
You are an everywhere man
Posing as a hero who never lacks a fan
Shaking hands or watching a game
Wearing a hard hat or lighting a flame
Cheering up old folks or chatting with a child
Walking with dignitaries driving crowds wild
Posing as a key man thrice blessed with friends
Acting as a film star whose fame never ends
So it is with political intrigue
You make the world your own blitzkrieg
And what is the purpose of your singularity?
Why to focus on polls and enhance popularity
Yes that is why you do it
There’s no other way to construe it

Your basic inception is pure deception
As you show your devious persona
You cunningly court the desired reception
That denies you are a loner
So there we have it your sinister habit
That reveals exactly what you are
You take every chance and blandly grab it
Visibility near and far
But your future is still prone to blunders
You are as ephemeral as dreams
For what you are screams and thunders
To expose your deadly schemes
But beware of the thought that success can be bought
In a dubious monetary direction
Havoc in the end just can’t be wrought
Except at a lawful election

There reality can all deception rend
As truth and nothing but truth will win in the end

Enforced Nonentity

Here I am
My life still aflame
Still ready to take up arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them*
Many thoughts for future action flood my mind
Ways to improve the world
As well as myself
Such a glorious opportunity
To make the most of life
And sprinkle water on the deserts of ignorance
My demise is not yet in my thoughts
Between now and then I have much to do
Learn this learn that
Read this read that
Write this write that
Countless ways to squeeze the juice out of time
To make each day count
As a little triumph beyond mere necessity
So why do you threaten me with the enforced nonentity
Of aged care
To turn me into a dependent anachronism
Hand fed by strangers
As if I were unable to help myself?
I may be a dependant some time but not today
If you try to impose such existence upon me,
I warn you
I will flee your sight and dance on the moon

*With thanks to Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1

Afterwords

Well now here I am – somewhere
What am I doing here?
According to many I’m in my senility
Using the surplus time of my life
To fill pages with my lack of ability
That’s true enough I suppose
No work – little play
A recipe for a dull old man
And yet maybe
There are some extenuating circumstances
(Big words I learnt decades ago)
Maybe, just maybe
Someone will read those words of mine
And get an idea for me or against me
As a consequence
The world will be just a little different

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