Archive for Gordon Brown

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

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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.

Politics Destroyed Utopia

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

I feel so much compassion,

Passion forcing action

I feel all this hate

For this fucking nanny state,

Children are left dying

Empty tears and hollow crying,

Victims of the ill informed

Ill educated unreformed

Abusive system of oppression

Whom demands no confession,

Dictators fascists rulers who

Spit upon each and every you,

Murder invade plunder

Send all to eternal slumber,

The policy of politicians

Destroying hopes, beliefs and visions

They all call me paranoid

But utopia’s been destroyed,

I saw it with my own two eyes,

Evil politicians,

In a faux,

Helpful,

Guise.

Some Gordon in Charge

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 22, 2010 by Jonny Voices

There’s some cunt and he’s in charge

And he’s fucked up rather large,

He’s run the country to recession

And made a joke of his profession,

He used to fuck the economy

As tax is the biggest monopoly,

He made my beer and smokes go up

While prancing round as Tony’s slut

And i would go to number 10

To give him hell with other men,

But he made the fuel too damn pricey

I won’t fucking pay 1-15-90,

Lockerbie’s been disinterred

And the reasoning is so absurd,

We let him out coz BP made us

Gave him praise and made him famous,

I’m fed up of paying for the hunt for oil

But support the troops and their toil,

If the country’s run by a big war crim

Things are looking rather grim,

Our tax supports the lazy scum

Benefit cheats and other cunts,

So round them up in a big fat urn

And let those bastard fuckers burn,

If I was your prime minister

That’s the way the world would turn.

This has been a party poem

From the party of all knowing,

Coz the socialists are well pissed

When all these valid points get missed,

So Mr Brown buckle down

Before the people go to town

And out you from that money faking

Piss take fuck up mess you’re making.