Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

A fascination with oscillations Is spiraling round my imagination The clickety clack Of the bell tolls Electrodes Cathodes Forever it rolls On and on Like Ariston But the ringing will One day Be gone

I'm full of glee Feeling naughty A drink or three Got the better of me Come play And you will see How much fun it is To be free

Derry girls claim it is all the rage Reminded their friends care In their middle age It's a story my own grandmother could share But there is something about it Something in the air The adverts flash a new TV show Flashing and showing Another hand tattoo Why am I thinking of Quantum dots too Strange plots and Derren Brown moves Is it cool or is it taboo? A tattoo like the vaccine Not what their words mean Warping what society perceives What if you were made to live like the Borg Become Seven of Nine, just to afford A novel and new, high tech tattoo?

Feeling the squeeze As the fat cats expand Increasing the pressure Instead of evening demand One of these days Now totally out of hand It is going to go off With a great big BANG!

When the time is right Slumber comes early I will rise in the night My eyes still blurry To set up my lenses Wait 'til the temperature' s right So I can sit on my roof Scoping out Extraterrestrial Lights

What we call weeds Are much greater than we perceive From fighting antibiotic resistance To ceasing cancers feed The dandelion is one such plant That all life really needs

Enraptured, momentarily Silken hands know  How to release me

Mike Yeadon warned you He once manned that ship Nothing says Trust Like "Hidden for 75 years" Johnson , Witty, Valance The entire dictatorship Want us all tamed For their synbio and chips 60 million free lab rats And over 6000 times that For financing fat cats In their greed fueled extense At our biological expense 'Coz Pfizer's own documents Say efficacy was 12 Not 95 percent