Today’s Music to cheer me up! – Ian Dury – Poo Poo in the Prawn!

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Where the hell did we go wrong? Ian Dury asks.

Well, selling the water companies to foreign investors was a great Tory idea wasn’t it? Now they cream off the profits to their nest eggs in the Caymans, the price goes ever up and the quality goes dow. They suppress wages and pour raw sewage into our waterways.

So where the hell did we go wrong?

They did the same with the Post Office, The Electric, The Gas, Housing and the Railways. They made a small short-term profit for a massive long-term loss. The profits are siphoned off abroad with no tax, the worker’s pay is depressed, the quality of service is crap and we pay more and more and more!!

Thatcher sold off all the council houses for a song to buy off the gullible tenants – now we have a massive shortage.

Sold of the Water – now we drink and swim in raw sewage.

Sold of the Electric and Gas – now we pay ridiculous prices.

Sold off the Post Office – now we have people madly driving here and there delivering parcels on the lowest pay possible.

All the money goes abroad without taxes and the economy is in a mess. There’s no money!

They are trying to do the same with the NHS and Education.

So Camron, Osborne, Johnson, Truss, Rees-Mogg, May and the rest of the Tories walk off with millions and we’re all left to pick up the tab!

Where the hell did we go wrong? Voting Tory! That’s where!

If you go swimming in the shite-us
You’ll get worse than dermititis
From the sea of grey detritus
Where the sewage ebbs and flows

There’s no respite
From the cess-pit
No shelter from the pong
The poor old ocean
Is full of motions
Where the hell did we go wrong?

Like a lamb off to the slaughter
Pored myself a glass of water
I failed to spot I’d caught a
Little creature in my cup

I was well and truly bolleaux-ed
From the fires of hell that followed
T’was the cup of life I’d swallowed
And it almost did me up

Something coming
Through the plumbing
That should not be there at all
The glass is brimming
And things are swimming
And quite frankly, I’m appalled

I took a sudden notion
To go down to the ocean
I’d got my sun-tan lotion
My flippers and my mask

In proper distribution
Of fully-formed ablutions
Formed an ocean of pollution
In which I daredn’t bask

Some turds were teeny-tiny
And some were big and shiny
But they all fucked up the briney
In which I dipped my toe

Between Friends

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Between Friends

There’s a fall out between schemers –

The clown and the propaganda sower.

The bodies piling up in thousands

While Dyson was on the blower.

There are back door donations.

Lessons for us to learn!

Donors don’t pay up

Unless they get something in return.

With Greensill and Hancock’s landlord,

Cameron’s forty five million pounds.

Whichever way you look

Tory sleaze abounds!

Opher – 26.4.2021



We appear to have an ineffective opposition. There is so much ammunition around. You would think it would be easy.

Never have we had such an odious bunch where everything is sleazy. Millions for their friends. Cuts for the poor.

Dithering and blustering with death at the door.

Poetry – Robber Barons

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Robber Barons

Robber Barons down the years

With no compassion in their hearts

Practice their cruel brutality

With gleeful brazen treachery.

With arrogance sufficient to sink a ship

They strut and preen and snarl

Stab, torture

And laugh,

Stamping down the bewildered

With delight.

They rode amid the blood and guts

Roaring, slashing, trampling

With gay abandon

To steal the fruits of other’s labors

And love it all the more

For the agony

They create.

Once with chainmail and sword

They roared.

Now armed with a suit and pen,

Sweet words

And reassurance.

Their cold eyes

Belie the intrinsic pleasure

As they strip you naked

And leave you for dead.

Shaking your hand with a smile

As they grip you by the throat

And never relax the vice-like grip

Upon your balls.

Opher 23.2.2018

There are a psychotic, sociopathic group of men, mainly men, who have operated down the centuries to rampage and destroy, rape, torture and strip bare. Their callous viciousness attracts like-twisted monsters who go along for the ride. They plunder all they can and enjoy the anguish and destruction they leave in their wake.

In a harsh environment people put their energies into creating harmony and clawing a living out of the ground. They slowly build up and create comfort for their family, storing up resources over the decades, only to find all their toil undone. 

In a matter of minutes the hordes rampaged through ravishing, burning, plundering and laying waste. Rape and torture is their currency. Havoc is their joy. For it is easier to rip the goods of others from their hands than to produce it oneself.

When they rode off through the smoke the survivors gathered to survey the carnage, bury the dead and attempt to rebuild their lives.

These robber barons ruled the land, built the castles and became the law. They stole all they could, enclosed it, claimed it and held it by force.

They are still there. Their land is still walled off. The newbies wear they suits and flash their perfect smiles as they strip you of your life.

They’ve always enjoyed the agony. One man’s freedom is another man’s terror.