scotland is an idea
so are equality, pride,
race and health
which ideas are important to you?
love, fairness, justice…
or sticking it to your neighbour?
and now the poem’s
getting me down
dragging up more
sore memories
within me soar
i email my old therapist
hoping for absolution

i think if humanity is going to succeed and live for another thousand years, we need to abolish the nation state. we must remember that a country is just an idea that we have stuck to a temporary land mass. and our land mass may well collide with north america in 250 million years. at which point it is likely nobody will remember anything about scotland. or north america.

on the radio they say
it’s demonstrable,
linking autism
and paracetamol
this is what victory feels like
empty
the struggle is eternal
watch american adverts,
feel lobotomised
side effects include diarrhoea
dandruff and instant death

note that i’m not saying for a second that the very stable genius is a child abuser. he seems to have known lots of them though. and he has been known to enjoy being surrounded by young girls – at his child beauty pageants for example, disturbing as a concept without the need to dwell on any details.

sarkozy will sleep in jail
with his head held high-
proud of his shamelessness
comforted by his lies
it’s peculiar how many
politicians have convictions
that relate directly
to their economic interests
some presumably entered politics
to pursue pure crookery
others i suppose become
corrupted by opportunity
and the third category are dragged
into crooked torrents
by the scum that forms around them
i wonder where chris huhne
falls on this scale

i found it quite silly that sarkozy said he would have his head held high in jail. i instantly thought, he is quite a short man isn’t he? the french elect short presidents. not since jacques chirac have they had a leader of physical length. and then, thinking of corruption, trump was too obvious a comparison so i turned to the chris huhne / vicky pryce caper earlier this century, for the sole reason that it was amusing.

charlie kirk caught one
in the neck
i may not support the second
amendment
but that was brave
to make a stand
for his beliefs
despicable, racist,
misogynistic
as they were
he will be pleased to find
the afterlife is segregated
and he will be
with his friends

i don’t want this to be read as gloating or anything. this poem is essentially a diary, and it is a year since kirk’s murder now. i don’t even think this poem is ironic. it was a reaction to his death, which itself was ironic. i simply state that his beliefs were despicable. i didn’t celebrate his death.