We live in times when graffiti’s rife
When even inking one’s own skin does not suffice
No surface blank can be left uncovered
When so-called artists even paint over each other
What is this obsession with leaving a visible mark?
Rather than for your great lasting achievements
Of which future generations will remark
Padre
No public outcry was heard. It was not that the new policy was not without its flaws. In fact, it was quite unfair. It was just that the policies and official statements had been so demoralising and so regular, that the people had just learned to shrug them off and resign themselves to the fact that the government was going to do whatever it wanted.
Padre
Snuffed out
Discontinued
Extinguishing the f[l]ame
Reputation never to rise
Again
Padre
Don’t you just love all the cancel culture?
It had long been my deeply held conviction
That certain things required restriction
But laissez-faire seems the thing today
Everyone doing stuff in their own way
Social mores and law and order too
Are things required of but a few
Politicians flaunt their heightened privilege
While modern armies burn and pillage
I hope that we might end these afflictions
And stop the excesses with some criminal convictions
Padre
One thing you can learn at school
Is it doesn’t have to be April
To be a fool
Testing boundaries
“Looking cool”
Proves the point
As you act a tool
Padre
The council had been convened in Rivendell. The incursions into Middle Earth started as a trickle, but now it was becoming of torrent. Beardless Dwarves, and unknown characters had begun to overrun even the peaceful Shire.
Elrond brought the meeting to order and explained the graveness of the situation. “We must send a fellowship out to explore how this has come about.”
“Yes, yes,” interrupted Gimli. “We must find where all this shite has come from!”
It was agreed the Gandalf would lead the party of enquirers into a darkness even greater that Mordor to seek the truth.
Months later and much battered by their trials, the fellowship returned and presented their findings. It was entitled: On the Origin of the Faeces or The Realm of the Dark Lord Bezos.
Padre
It really is peculiar
A very unnerving thing
To hear a lie so often
That it takes on a truthful ring
Whether from the lips of rulers
Or the “homework” tales of babes
Half-truths and exaggerations
Or downright fibbing claims
It really is unnerving
To be considered so very thick
That when lied to directly
They think the lie will stick
Padre
Evie was called forward in the assembly and the principal announced that she was the winner of the essay contest. Many of her peers looked on jealously as she was handed the certificate and the £30 voucher.
“Evie,” Mrs. Baxter said. “Your essay was unique, and was a breath of fresh air for all of us judges. Many of your competitors seemed to follow the same line of argument, and there was a surprising similarity even in much of their wording. How did you manage to write something so original?”
“Well, I um, I made it a point to not use Wikipedia at all, and in fact, once I started following that rule, I decided to avoid using the internet at all.”
“But, how could you possibly have managed gathering all of that clever information without the web?” the principal asked in astonishment.
“Well, after school one day, I missed the bus. So I had to wait for my mum. She said to meet her by the side exit, so I went down a hall that doesn’t get used much and I found a really weird room that no one seemed to know about. It was all full of books and stuff, so I had a peek. Before I knew it my mum was ringing me, asking why I hadn’t come out yet. I told here I was reading an actual book. Soon the “Library” became my favourite place in the school, and no one ever bothered me there. I used the books to research my essay.”
“How novel,” Mrs. Baxter said. She then turned to the deputy head and whispered, “Did you know we still had a library?” Mr Turner just shrugged.
Padre
We say we’ve moved on
Beyond fairy tale and superstition.
Led by the empirical, our own minds,
And accompanied by selfish ambition
We have abandoned the divine,
Leading to society’s demolition.
When “I” become more than the rest of the whole
If followed by all – this has a terrible toll.
Society and culture are meant to be a collective
If we live just for ourselves – that must surely be defective.
Padre
Price gouging
Raking it in
Vendors getting fat
While times are thin
Panic buying
Of things in supply
No one really knows
The reason why
We just have to have it
Must go with the flow
All those in the queues
Surely must be in the know
Padre
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