Tired and grumpy

Grumpy and tired.

Working like this

Is tough when I'm wired.


I hate everyone. 

They are all too slow.

No one does what I say

And soon I'm gonna blow


If they were a little bit cleverer

Or saw things my way

The world would be fine

But they don't, so hey.


Screw them all

I'll be fine in my arrogance.

I can steer this ship alone

And be just the one who has sense.


One day they'll see 

What a genius I am

I'll be lauded as a hero

For my rather cunning plan


But until then 

I might agree

That the problem is not them

But in fact me.


Chill out 

and let go

Calm down

Don't blow.


Take some time 

to remember the beauty

And realise that no one likes me

When I get all snooty


The world will be okay

And we are all on the same side

It's time to unplug

Turn the engines off and just.....glide.


Happy weekend.

Save the Orang Utans

Today I learnt from a nature documentary

That I kill Orang Utans by having wraps for tea

And a man who looks plastic and shiny

Raised a million pounds singing karaoke. 


The money will be spent on children in need. 

Victims of circumstance and corporate greed.

I stacked some chairs at the end of the day

And raced a virtual car so I guess everything's okay. 


The lights are on and somebody's home

For my misdemeanours to Orang Utans, I'd like to atone

So I bought some peanut butter marmite and checked the ingredients with dread. 

It just had Peanut Oil in. Maybe that kills antelopes instead. 

Whilst cleaning the sieve.

One dank autumn evening,
whilst cleaning the sieve,
I pondered the peril,
in the places we live

The water flows through
the little square gaps
Of metal that's mined
from strange places on maps.

The metal is teased and turned;
And loaded on trucks
by minimum wagers
who just dont give no fucks.

The water flowed from the sky
through the rivers and streams
And went right through the sieve
Down the plug hole with our dreams.

The water is heated by gas from the ground
And up through the pipes
With soft pressure all round.

The spark creates heat
And the water is heated
But Extinction Rebellion -
Their posture is seated.

My life ticks away
as the crud gets stuck
Those little square gaps
Are not clearing with luck.

The planet getting warmer,
The resources are used
And the doom laden earth
Is dying, I mused.

Too many people
And too many sieves
But the world keeps turning
And with Grace, I lives.

The suffering and impermanence
Are facts of our time
And yet love shines through
The shit and the slime.

Surrender the ego
Let go of the pain
For through washing things up
Contentment comes, peace reins.