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Time Magazine, it is a Changing

Posted in Jonny Voices, Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I guess if you were to say that this was roughly based on Bob Dylan’s – Times they are a changing, it may make more sense…  But it’s a kick back to the ridiculous Times Magazine ‘Most Influential People” list 2010.  To believe that in this world where there is so much sickening injustice and perverted sense of morals that some of these fuckwits are even in the list is wrong in the first place.  America, a note…  No!  The full list can be found here, look and cry.

Come gather round cretins explain this here poll,

And admit that you’re idiots and someone fell foul

And accept your opinions are that of pre pubescent girls,

If time magazine to you is worth reading,

And you better start learning or you’ll be dumb all your life

For Time magazine, it is a changing.

Come writers and morons who offend with your words,

And keep your mouth shut if you stay in your herds,

And don’t speak of this trash when once you stood tall,

And there’s no telling you I’m ashamed,

You were a winner back then and now you lose for this sin,

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

You list senators, politicians below unheard ofs and a troll,

Don’t feed us this tripe, don’t drag us into your hole,

For he that reads on will be he who believes

Intelligence is at a premium,

They’ll soon rattle your rag and trust your dumb views

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

Come mothers and fathers who birthed all these fools,

Did not you have morals you cannot recall

Your sons and your daughters should have learnt things in school,

The knowledge is rapidly fading,

Please understand or shut up if you’re this thick

For Time Magazine, it is a changing.

The Times might be new but you’re feeding the ill,

The smart wont survive when you force them this pill

As your president now influences less than most,

Our hope is rapidly fading,

And the important one now we’ll later forget

For Times Magazine, it is a changing.

Rapists of the Digital Age

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I took a picture of some shit

Typed Gordon Brown and Hypocrite

Its theme was anti-governmental

And I only used it as ornamental,

I intended it to scorn the state

To cause some pain in their prostate,

But then the labour got a hold

And turned it up against its mould,

They swapped the Brown for the Cameron

Never ask the fucking cam man

They said they didn’t intend to mention,

Nor inform of its new intention

They said that whilst we all slept

In the D.E act had crept,

Now our pictures could be whores

Thanks to one fucking clause,

43 is a dangerous thing to pass

A blatant kick in the fucking ass,

As long as you pay their licence fee

You can rape my pictures without me,

Or that was the their evil intent,

Till good campaigners said ‘get bent’,

They rallied against the fascist notion

Of government silence and no commotion,

They protested the digital economy

Said no to rape or imposed monopoly,

They said what’s ours is ours

The state can’t use it for a charge,

And civil liberties heaved a sigh

Another day not to die,

But we’re letting our freedom get fucking near

To something that you never hear

Soon the state will own your babies

Fend you off with ifs and maybes,

Sell that child to the highest bidder

Hippy spawn to fascist bigot,

I’m sorry I was too late to head the call,

Next time I wont let freedom fall.

Good work to the people who fought clause 43 in the digital economy act, as well as the act itself, it has been removed but the rest of the act which infringes on your civil liberties goes onwards…

Here’s a link to some of the literature available.

Stop 43

Pirate Party UK

Propaganda Machine

Posted in Jonny Voices, Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2010 by Jonny Voices

The propaganda machine speeds on relentless

And we can’t do a damn thing to prevent this,

We sit down and take in the lies we all read,

But don’t hear of the tyrant’s or their filthy greed,

Of editors and columnists, of readers and of men

Fearful of the world reported not the world we ken,

Here we sit and dwell till poverty gives abode,

I don’t know any of the families living down my road,

The papers say their kids will stab me

And if I report them the police black flag me,

Estates where once harmonious dreams tried to thrive

Turned out dank and pissed stained where only the strong survive,

The weak are left behind with a sallow look of brain,

Kid’s with knives and suicide is all that oft’ remain,

And false the man who stands with poise and grace,

Preaching to the masses from his second face,

He tells us all is well and we can be so safe

But naught have I read to justify this wraith,

Harbinger of lies but not a paper type,

This propaganda machine spreads some fucking tripe.

Oh Mr Brown

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 1, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Oh Mr Brown

You make me want to die,

Made me lost

And question why,

Oh Mr Brown

You pushed me to the edge,

Took me to the roof

Left me on the ledge,

Oh Mr Brown,

You refuse to see,

The whole damn world

Is sick of thee,

Oh Mr Brown

You forced our tears,

We sank much deeper

In your years,

Oh Mr Brown

What have you done,

Forced me to drink

And carry a gun,

Oh Mr Brown

An ode to you,

Destroyer of worlds,

Get out.

Bad Education Good Whore

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Thanks to internet dating

Or the music in the club,

I could never find a woman

For a sexy quick old rub,

And now we got equality

And women have a vote,

I’m just fucking frowned upon

you dirty pervert scrote,

And all the girls at work

Will avoid me like the mumps,

Coz I’m a miserable bastard

Arrogant bearded cunt,

And when it comes to sex

If I don’t want fat and rough,

I gotta pay some money

For a stunnin bit of muff,

But thanks to dear old labour

All the hotties are now jobless,

And maybe a few quid

Will quickly get them topless,

The uni’s sure wont have them

But you know I fucking will,

Cos 50 pounds an hour

Can buy some cheap old thrill,

You say she looks respectable

When she’s drinking in your town,

But I gave her money for her drinks

When she was going down,

So if your daughter lives alone

How’s she pay the rent,

Single bedroom for incalls

Prostitutional intent,

How’s your girlfriend feeling

Her education’s poor,

Her career path is McDonald’s

Or she could become a whore,

£4.83 an hour

From 18 till 21,

Or 100 and hour

For sucking on my dong,

I find it all ironic

That the government hates whores,

But pushes more and more of them

To work behind closed doors,

They refuse to give out options

To so many of the young,

So some of them have dead-end jobs

But most of them have none,

Some of them have kids

Cos the government pays their way,

Some become beauticians

For fucking lousy pay,

Some will work for nothing

And some will work in shops,

But more so now than ever

Some will work with cocks,

So if your child is precious

And you want to give the best,

And stop old men paying

To suck upon her chest,

you better make your government

Fund more Universities,

So places aren’t like gold dust

And your girls get off their knees.

He Could Have Saved Us.

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Jonny Voices

He grew up with a destiny to fulfil,

To enrich the poor and heal the ill,

He’d stop the wars and then cure aids

And all without raising his blades,

He would be leader of the few,

The survivors of the damned,

Rally mankind through a holocaust,

Dystopia’s only hint of hope,

But mankind’s only chance of life,

Was destroyed in 2009,

When university refused him entry,

For there were too many in line,

His government refused them cash,

Given to bail the banks from crash,

Money used for invading wars,

Turned many a student into whores,

Now our could be saviour,

disheartened, dejected and destitute,

Turns his back on the state that failed him,

And seeks solace in a little blow,

Without hope of job or school,

Each rejection added pain,

Of drugs and harsh endeavours

Green, heroin and cocaine,

This guy was found at 23,

Death from vomit and O.D,

And now this world is lost to hope,

A victim of bureaucratic rope,

Morals and stories put aside,

Your government will only fail you,

Make heard your voice and concern,

And rally for your rights,

Power is within your grasp,

If you dare to reach and take,

There is no sin to basic needing,

Of rights you shouldn’t need to slake.

NO4ID

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2010 by Jonny Voices

The day the labour raped me of my civil liberties

Was the day the nation gave up and sank upon its knees,

The day the I.D card got the go ahead for use

Was the day the country gave up and said we want to lose.

You’ve always got a choice son you gotta keep on fighting

We’re the Gods to this government, we should do the smiting,

Stand inside their office when they ask for biometrics

Ask how many politicians details were collected

Coz I can guarantee you that nothing would be done

When Iraq I.D’s Tony Blair with his smoking gun,

The truth of the matter is we’re all the proletariat

And we’ve got fuck all rights and that’s what I’m swearing at.

I’D cards and database and pictures of your lovely face

Innocent or not you’re run through every coppers dodgy trace,

And why do we have poverty and death upon our lands

When 5.4 billion pounds would help a lot of hands,

And the thing is we paid for this and we paid for it in blood

Coz not enough of us stood up and said “Fuck you, M’lud”

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