Showing posts with label chip oil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chip oil. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 November 2014

FOOLS (TWO)



1. PARROTS

white fools in pimped hatchbacks
pat
themselves
on
their
Super Dry
backs
for talking to Asians in IT
but
Copy and Paste
bad
syntax
sentences
from
dull parents knee-jerk ready-meals
and
from
hysterical newspapers - a staple like milk and kfc   
on
their
chip-oil kitchen tables and morning backseats
till
their
Clipboard is full
and
they
dont 
have
to 
think
at
all 
anymore


2. ABDICATING RESPONSIBILITY

staffroom fools
say

'i dont go up to london - too many blacks'

we call them on it
and
they
whine

'my dad is a racist - i never had a chance'

their
self-awareness a one trick pony
abdicating

they look
shame-faced sometimes
at
how
weak
this
sounds
when
theyre
not
bunkered in the pub with the match on five widescreens
and
their yes-men in pastel polo shirts
top buttons done up tight
pouring
weak 
suds
out
of
four-pint pitchers



from socialistworker.co.uk

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

NOT ALL CLEANERS BUT . . .



cromagnon
faced
dim
breed
women
crawl from chip oil kitchens
deep
in
their
council brick long-hives
toothy
and
chinless
and
small as children
or
swollen as water balloons
to
moan dawn chorus 
of powerless witches
all
self-centred half-thought drivel
and
imagined 
personal
slights

and too theres war-old men
endlessly justifying
their
lack
of 
personal wealth
and
belching tales of the half-decent motors 
they drove thru a sepia youth
or
young and feral and bad haired
phone-glued urban yokels
sons
of
stumbling painted
supervisor mothers
coughing
excuses
into
portable
phones
loud and dull
like
delay-announcements
of
helpless misery

all of them
all too willing
to
bark 
ALL their problems out for you / at you !
if
you
make eye contact
or
mumble MORNING
or
move away 
too 
slow



from crywalt.com