I wish the conqu’ring Muse would come, and tell us what to do!
This was written in Word 2007 this pm in about an hour, but Worpdress can’t format it properly for me. The verses are in sets of lines, 6,4,6,6,4,4,6. I wanted it to be a compound sonnet of 8’s and 6’s but this didn’t work out. You will have to reformat it yourselves and you will see how it works.
I’m going through a barren patch and can’t think what to write
About the things that sadden us, and tell us who to smite.
Our masters all contend to occupy the common ground
Of centrist statist nannying, a strident baleful sound
Of bullying directives that the telescreens project,
Its loudhailers all in unison, whatever you select!
To live through the endarkenment, a fate none comprehended
A mere 50 years ago – and now for thought-crimes apprehended…
On charges-arbitrarily…designed to spread confusion
By political-correctness, that foul spreader of delusion!
The time has come, the Walrus said, to state that all’s been said
So many, many times all through our journey down to dread
Of counter-revolutions new, of Stalinista-rising
By overgrown big-children who say bourgeois life’s surprising
And repellent ‘coz if you do well, then someone else will suffer!
And anyone who disagrees is roughed up up the duffer.
The case for slating Fabians, and execrating Gramsci
Has oft-been made and published and would fill a biggish taxi.
The LA and our brothers in the blogosphere so wide
Have written reams and tracts of facts, enough to bust the side
Of a treasure-chest so priceless that if all could read its words,
Then we wouldn’t need to hide our thoughts from anti-lib’ral turds!
When our England was a Garden and such gardens could be made
By you and me and those we loved, and States declined to aid…
The Devil entered in, all sly and cloaked in Christian notions
Made for credulous do-gooders, who applied his tasty potions
Of such offers for alleviating seemingly disgusting
Apparitions of injustice such as poverty and war!
The Peoples of the Gardens couldn’t wait! For they were lusting
For the pulling-down of those the GFNs said guard the Door!
But the GFNs – they lied and lied! They said their door would take us
To a nice new place – resettlement! – organic food would make us
Into Brave-New-People, fully-nourished and all standardized
Into British Standard People, fully EUcategorized!
So what is there for me to say? I cannot but admit
That my wish to write creatively has suffered quite a bit!