Part One - Reality v Normality
Reality and normality will not be televised
Camp fear will clash with algorithm anarchist
I am living in a boom box of bureaucracy
Staring at scrap books of Unicorns and mirrors
The soulless will slur with a curse
Crown jewels for the favoured fools
Kinetic energy ignites the cast of creatives
I am propelled into an odyssey of mischief
The newspapers stoke and poke the fire
Adrenalin fuelled assaults wain to ambient light
Dry your eyes on sandpaper and dropped frozen shoulders
Smell the Whiskey and taste the Daffodils
Intelligence suppression and dictated ideologies
Two-page ad lib manifestos
A demolition derby of social structures
Rewired principles force fed by disciples
They burnt the lexicon of the libertarians
A political apothecary of concocted aggression measures
Visionaries concealed in cargo containers
Hope WILL shine bright in the dark
I will not subscribe to their fake placated policies
Any interest or enthusiasm lapsed and expired
Embryonic spirits are groomed by corporate
I will not bark at bedlams door
They mould it bold and its cheaply sold
A propaganda painting at a pole station
The Petra dish is the gutter of our alien nation
I will gate crash a trashed party scene
I kick up leaves in an Indian summer
I kick up leaves in an Indian summer
Time to strangle and choke the oppressor
Under a blood red sky, it is time for a successor
Part Two - Capital Punishment
As we live in a world of capital punishment
Where those with capital do not get punished
A hereditary haven for the sick and perverse
Freedom only comes in limousines or a hearse
As they roll down blinds, then close ranks
Bury their heads into soft sand banks
We are the ostracised with ostrich eyes
Who can see through trees and their forest of lies
Where bankrupt millionaires bury bullions
Passing the book onto working minions
As lower hanging fruit they won in a raffle
This tombola fraud sends many to the bottle
Sweep clean brush aside the angry impediment
They create new papers and want to legislate
Building a cordon around the wall of sound
Trying to neutralise the loud and proud
Incision with precision for division and disaster
Poisoning minds to corrupt and conquer
The pathetic perform in a cardboard cabaret
Hanging us to dry in their mundane matinee
Betrayed and beaten by plea bargain idiots
Rambling and reasoning with co conspirators
Showered then saturated in shivering guilt
My loyalty now lies in liberties land fill
As they build a stile of walls and a fence
Jump in, jump out and U turn to make amends
Chewing green paper from media dictators
Payment protection in the mouths of silent spectators
Those Churchillian chants and hymn sheet songs
Appease the disgruntled with gift wrap bombs
The needle hits the record in a soggy beer garden
Toxicity then breeds amongst first world problems
Lunatics with leverage send cryptic clues
Scratch each other’s backs and chaos ensues
The colourblind and blinkered few
Enjoy a scoreless draw as goal posts move
Part Three - The Mood
As we move into an era of truth extinction
Digital soldiers patrol with mind control
A regime of push and pull compliance tactics
Mainstream swimmers float holding life lines of elastic
Insidious agendas drip fed into open plan mansions
Alarms and detectors tampered; best ideals hampered
Assess the rhetoric and reprogrammed ideals
Watch livestock stolen after the markets done deals
The persuasive bellow bravado from a bolstered box
Reciting loosely interpretated facts from experts’ text
Chasing the fabricated and gambled goals
Then overstepping the mark of powers bestowed
Pillows and mattresses bulge with chemical stained cash
Deprive the alive and poke a sleeping proxy
Spineless strike a chord in a marionetted play
Then bandwagon part exchanged for a shiny new gravy train
Demonised and criminalised for not standing in line
As dark forces gorge on assets both owned and loaned
Free spirits banished and pushed into a vile vacuum
Story tellers sell laundered logic as news
Opposite opinions do not make someone dangerous
As silver spoon serpents serve more threats and punishment
As they bend and break house rules for associates and friends
I would like to expose what is behind the lucrative lens!
So, question morals and challenge decisions made
The sale pitch of the invisible, market strategy of the unthinkable
The tolerant will buy tickets to an orthodox life
In this vile cooking globe and tsunami of lies
Where secrets are stashed under flags in hollow halls
Research revelations are the new apocrypha
Scriptures rewritten by a tainted town cryer
Lives lost and bodies rot in a failed system of denial
Nothing bucolic about this political landscape
Broken streets, beige beliefs, and a benign opposite
I can wait for red flamed arrows to fall on the crumbling tower
Until then I’ve a spine and mind and I will not buckle or cower
Part Four - Polluted Tics
My antipathy towards the corrupt and glutenous
I WILL demonstrate disgust to the elite incestuous
There is an anamorphic media and bias culture
So, chase the fox into the rat-infested squalor
The narcissist protagonist devoid of leadership
Shaded deals done in purple politics
Unpunished crimes and a domino distraction
The erudite “Baristacrat” will now wake the nation
Run the gauntlet down through ghetto heaven
Doubt breeds chaos, avoid the beheading
Powers paralyzed in a smashed glass palace
Do not throw stones at the proletariat fuelled by malice
Crippled and deceived by gentlemen’s agreements
Confidence lost after the business bereavement
An Olympian desire to run from the rupture
You cannot heal these wounds with gimmick pin stripe sutures
Lost souls hold lanterns to the flies at night
Wandering in a labyrinth with doors that slide
Shine over shadow and shape dictates power
The devil will not dance for a tepid supper
The petrified jump chasms for an asylum plea
A fear of falling into unethical estuaries
No one wants to drowned in a conspiring sea
When tides turn, ships sunk and oil drums float free
So, evaluate friendships born in darken rooms
Flick the switch to illuminate truths
Facilitate or participate, neither is showered in glory
Let me illustrate the point they cannot rewrite stories
Part Five - Bury Believers
But they bury believers with a melted soul
Dystopian nightmares become the real world
Dragged from a grave to a darker hole
Utopian highways are pathed in fool’s gold
Sellotaped on eyes, hooks into skin
Abrasions on knees, blood clotted grin
Fragrant opinions, cremated truths
They reached a ceiling with its leaking roof
They catapult puzzles with hidden provocation
Corrupted messaged in their disorganisation
Capitalist coyotes that hunt in pack
VIP vultures pick up their table scraps
Offering false hope in blood filled decanters
Selling poisoned apples wanting to dismantle
Digging cess pits with pins and needles
Hoping that the wise man drops real gold for freedom
Equations are created to confuse the weak
A mask to hide their raven’s beak
Alarm bells shriek, death bells toll
They huddle, (and cuddle) keeping us in the cold
As they paint the future on advert boards
Marketing mayhem to flog in its hoards
As wiping away acidic tears
They rip the scripts of our satirical jeers
A costume that is created to deflect their failures
They are NOT the angel who came to save us
Second hand theories and first-degree crimes
Incendiary solutions that will implode in time
Time… For… Action…
The voting booth is primed!
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Jack Horner aka Leon the Pig Farmer is a Manchester based Yorkshire beat poet. An ex-serviceman who began writing verse to help him deal with a PTSD diagnosis in 2019. This material was to become the source of his first book collection of verse and illustration around mental health recovery titled “Talking myself out of trouble” released in 2021.
Leon has quickly climbed rungs on the spoken word / performance poet ladder with a reputation as a hard-working artist. This has led to him featuring at many poetry nights and with established musicians around the North and other creative events nationally. He has an assertive take on spoken word with fast firing rhythmic verse and a sharp outlook on both his mental health recovery and other social topics and observations that catch his eye.
An energetic delivery that has been compared to both a belt fed mortar explosion and a staccato assault full of energy and emotion which can silence and mesmerize an audience.
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