Archive for Capitalism

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

Dissidents don’t Die

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I got no interest I got no reason,

I’m the lost generation out of season,

I cower in the freezin’ cold of labour

Unable to be a dreamer or gazer,

My light is dark and my shadow’s long

And all my priorities are very wrong,

And the dissidents are there and thriving,

In every vote there is one hiding,

Waiting for the straw to break,

Hoping Jack pays for his mistake,

The information nazi’s are out in force,

Feeding us a liar’s discourse,

We can’t demonize the already evil

Or hold them accountable if illegal,

We don’t have freedom to living

And the government tells us when we’re forgiving,

And the afterlife is such sweet release,

Compared to economics swift decrease,

And the blood on the hands of those who stood by

Will paint a picture of hell in the sky

And those who continue to vote for a lie

Will be painted in blood after they die.

Am I Angry?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Am I angry about anything?

You fucking bet

Encroaching on your liberties

Or oppression in Tibet,

Smarmy politicians

Lying to your face

Denial of all other life

Living out in space,

The stigma of all binge drinkers

Bankers, think tank thinkers

War, recession, copious tax

Talk of job and pay cut backs,

Job markets and depressing views

Also “Party political news”

Maniacal malaise, misconduct

No small wonder we feel fucked,

Hoodies, chavs and petty crime

Judges, murderers who do no time,

And the biggest crims we see walk free

As Mandy fucks university,

Hours I waste and the hours I wont

Weeks I sleep and the months I don’t,

Metaphors for my bleeding heart

Whores and lovers worlds apart,

Religion, power, money and greed

Taxation on the legal weed,

The cost of fuel, the price of living

Fuck you if I’m unforgiving,

I’ll take my chance and I’ll say it proud,

Fuck you cunt and your fucking crowd.

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.

iSaid

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 23, 2010 by Jonny Voices

iSaid I hoped the iPhone died

iSaid I hoped the markets lied

iSaid I thought the world was just a sham

iSaid I thought schools all failed

iSaid I wished the banks weren’t bailed

iSaid I thought society was just crass

iSaid I saw the country die

iSaid I found nowhere to hide

iSaid I knew it’s all their fault not ours

iSaid I saw consumers mass

iSaid I thought them like a rash

iSaid I heard capitalism killed the kids

iSaid I met a communist

iSaid I hate to acquest

iSaid I shared your views on the common bloke

iSaid I waited for revolt

iSaid I pulled Fawkes form the vault

iSaid I urge you all to down the man