Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
Friday 28 November 2008
Tuesday 18 November 2008
Sunday 9 November 2008
OBAMA IS THE FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT OF THE US BUT IT IS STILL THE WHITE HOUSE!
THE AMERICAN INVASION
The time: NOW.
The place: UK.
Celebrity cretins provide us with a culture,
Replacing the roles of saints in the church,
As on towards the ‘American dream’ we lurch,
While American franchises like McDonalds make the UK feel like an occupied country,
Our media constantly transmits US propaganda with truly staggering effrontery.
When US paranoia dictates global politics, there really is no hope,
If they end up ruling the world, be honest—how will we cope?
The American psyche’s a monstrous brat,
Who doesn’t like this and won’t tolerate that,
The US materialist ethos is shallow crap,
It’s a two-faced hypocrite; the Yankee monster needs a slap.
Too big for their boots, the Yanks have no roots,
What they lack in terms of history,
They compensate for with fabricated mystery.
The world should refuse to trade,
With this capitalist upstart—always on parade,
Choosing regimes to overthrow and countries to invade,
Before their vulgar trophies are displayed.
You wouldn’t think democracy originated with ancient Greeks,
To hear the typical obese Yankee speak,
Or listen to redneck Yankee geeks.
Why don’t they just live in their perverse Disneyland and leave us all alone?
The time: NOW.
The place: UK.
Celebrity cretins provide us with a culture,
Replacing the roles of saints in the church,
As on towards the ‘American dream’ we lurch,
While American franchises like McDonalds make the UK feel like an occupied country,
Our media constantly transmits US propaganda with truly staggering effrontery.
When US paranoia dictates global politics, there really is no hope,
If they end up ruling the world, be honest—how will we cope?
The American psyche’s a monstrous brat,
Who doesn’t like this and won’t tolerate that,
The US materialist ethos is shallow crap,
It’s a two-faced hypocrite; the Yankee monster needs a slap.
Too big for their boots, the Yanks have no roots,
What they lack in terms of history,
They compensate for with fabricated mystery.
The world should refuse to trade,
With this capitalist upstart—always on parade,
Choosing regimes to overthrow and countries to invade,
Before their vulgar trophies are displayed.
You wouldn’t think democracy originated with ancient Greeks,
To hear the typical obese Yankee speak,
Or listen to redneck Yankee geeks.
Why don’t they just live in their perverse Disneyland and leave us all alone?
Saturday 8 November 2008
Regal Taz
Taz is my beloved feline friend. I guess she's about twelve years old. I couldn't live without cats, they provide me with consistent solace throughout daily tribulations.
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