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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.

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John Terry?

Posted in Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2010 by Jonny Voices

John Terry’s looking fucked

Because he spread his dick around,

But I don’t give a damn

Just coz he plays in a football ground,

I hear Fabio Capello

May take away his captains job

Don’t listen to the press,

You stupid idiot fucking knob,

I really wouldn’t care

If Pinochet played centre back,

Gaddafi on the right-wing

Saddam Hussein picks up the slack,

The Manson family,

Could all play 5-a-side

And Kim Jong fucking Il

Is breaking rather wide,

I don’t give a fuck

If Satan played as goalie

Coz I already know

That footballers aren’t holy,

So fire all the doctors

Who’ve looked at other birds,

All the fire-fighters

Who’ve said some dirty words,

Shoot all the lousy  journos

Who’ve ever told a lie,

Let’s put this shit to bed,

And wait for it to Die.