Spring 2017

Spring has sprung,
winter’s song’s sung:
The Tinder times with
Swipes and wipes,
And occasionally the longer nights
That sometimes come when the sun beds down.

But spring has sprung,
And this year’s song
is still waiting to be sung.

But do we belong in this world that we’re seeing?

With Ronald Dump plonking his shit
down in such a way that even Brexit seems sane!
Can we get any madder?
You mean angrier?
No, clearly not,
I mean this world is fucking insane!

There’s no reason anymore.

We warned the world
Of a Brave New World,
then walked right into the warning.

As though we missed some deep truth dawning:
That it’s the same fuckers
fucking us up in the same fucking way as before.
And that’s just fucking annoying.

Because don’t think this hasn’t all happened already.

The fall of Rome:
The debauchery, the corruption,
the celebration of democracy
while eroding at its core.
The mob rules.
Chaos ensues.
Divides are drawn
and then Dynasties born.

But spring has sprung,
And here’s another chance to pray
and say to the god within
It’s time to lose the need to win.
Time to re-begin:

Don’t hang on.
Don’t let go.
Don’t move a fucking muscle.

Don’t shade.
Don’t blink.
Don’t worry.
It will all come on through.

Because spring has sprung
And the year is still young,
And just look at what we did last time.

We can change it all as quickly.
But not while we’re living meekly,
So maybe it’s time to find a way
to find the way to live today
As though we’re living history.

I said: Maybe it’s time to find a way
to find the way to live today
As though we’re living history.

Because, make no mistake about it:
That is what we are doing.