Thoughts on Thoughts. By Mad Stoffa © 2017
He says essay.
She cries why?!
It was a row in the dark
Between a goat and a shark
Though the shark at least
Wore his best spy gigs.
The goat did not.
Life’s funny that way, isn’t it?
A splash of neon in a
Pouring medium and: BHAM!
But, you get a politician involved n
It’s bound to be a minority’s fault.
Stand’s to reason they wanna
The minority and not the suit wearer.
The suit is only for the people.
His own people. Most times.
Let’s hope that Cor n Byn
Ain’t living in sin.
It’s stands to reason, right?!
Right, wrong, left…bollocks.
It was all so easy growing up in
The prison they called school.
They giveth and they took the lot,
With an air of superiority which
When in detention, they won.
Don’t put a full stop there!!
I haven’t finished yet.
It’s my right to fight for the
To end where the fuck I want
It’s the only right I believe in.
All the rest are mere illusions
Designed to make me
Believe I have rights.
Though I’m one of the whites,
So I have more than those
With better skin.
Fuck that shit.
You can be an angel or a prick
Highly sensitive or plain thick
No matter what colour or religion
You wear or follow.
I know folk I was supposed to
Look up to, when I was younger,
Who, now that I’m older, are
Just plain stupid with their
Blinkered ideals on the way
Christ, I’m still learning.
And I’m just about the most
Stupidest fuck in all the world,
But at least I don’t
Gawp out of my door
And see colour no more.
We are all the human.
Who are we to lord over the lower beings?
Lord over the lower baked beans.
Another lie told by men
With jutting out foreheads again.
This planet isn’t ours.
It’s a fucking rental, look after it
Like you won’t get
Your deposit back if
There’s a massive crack
In the ozone or ice.
It’s not the science of rockets
Sweet baby lotion.
A man goes up to another man
‘My idea of a higher power is
Virtually the same as yours,
But betterererer. You dig?’
The other man says:
‘No we is the same. You ain’t no better.’
The first man kills the second.
Doesn’t that negate his argument.
Don’t men with bombs and swords see
What a backwards step they take
When first they raise a fist for god?!
It’s a funny world.
Although the laughter is sometimes overdubbed
Screams and tears.
What strange contorted features
Do have those grandma creatures.
‘Strange features indeed,’ the wolf says she crunches on your head,
Turns out the light,
No more your fight.
Because the rides over.
Was that not obvious?!