Tag Archives: Fascism
king for a day
they’ve erected a statue
right on the main square
where the gutters swill red
it must all go somewhere
more than a grand opening
there the ribbon is cut
the people jockey to see
a democracy forgot
note his moment of glory
how blindly the crowd loves
none mention the bodies
a truth that secretly rubs
& yet in a week or so
the leavings will remain
of know-nothing pigeons that
care not for fascist gain
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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ménace à trois
yeah, seagal loves putin, besties forever
see them carve it out in a heart on a tree
better still on warm bodies
& i’m sure their mutual wankery
is the one true path to enlightenment
why would they live to serve
when they can shirk all that’s deserved
shitting themselves in a shared hole
of their own making, always taking
we all know how this story goes
putin hates zelenskyy, enemies forever
see him carve it out on a nuclear tease
better still on still bodies
i’m sure his religion of geography
is the one true path to dominance
they both have skin in the game
a bit more so than you & me
yet all we can do is sit & argue
does might make right, peace less so
we all know how this story goes
yeah, trump loves trump, cahoots forever
see him carve it out on democracy
better still on nubile bodies
& i’m sure his lies & weaselry
is the one true path to supremacy
still dodging the arm of law
all we can do is cheer or boo him
& putin plays trump like a fiddle
as both try to outstrongman seagal
we all know how this fucking story goes
by TONY SINGLE
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the bad seeds
when the snake & the sycophant sing
when you feel their bile in your brain
when their gravity well steals your future
their happy song
seeds your anxiety
with more anxiety
when babies become the enemies of god
when laying of hands makes more zombies
when downward dog summons demons
their pious song
seeds your anxiety
with more anxiety
when they lash the journey to your back
when the road outlasts the marathon
when you realise their song will end you
their fascist song
seeds your anxiety
with more anxiety
by TONY SINGLE
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this terminal horizon
rockets, the whistle & drone
chill morning’s zombied air
& perhaps i’m wondering why
as grief covets the grasp of resolve
why more things can’t be possible
why all tomorrows must end
for certain i once was not
dread certain i’ll be not again
but how many days shall pass between
between crib & the yawning earth
for to compose nullifidian hymns
for to soothe in the ghast of dawn
& mainly they drink their own tears
vainly they think their pious fictions
plainly i’ll not be fooled so again
by the quiver of strongmen in bunkers
by gormless rumours of peace
by hope or scripture or fairness or whim
why all tomorrows must end
round & round in war’s grave spin
for to soothe in the ghast of dawn
& the immurement of being
by hope or scripture or fairness or whim
we inhumane vie for suffering
by TONY SINGLE
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