It’s not as if nobody knew, Brokers vaunted their shorts with glee, They pimped profits stolen from you In newspapers, and on TV Decked in golden debauchery, Luxury yacht marinas locked, Gated to keep the people out, Economy clock still Tik Toks, As we have fun truth comes clearer, Deflation dies, inflation rise, Super crash moves ever nearer, Once digital traders fall down, The rich will all have fled your town, Only crypto currency left, Paper money gone up in smoke, Pandemics come, but when they go, That’s when start of darkness begins, We stay in doors, take eyes off ball, The biggest crooks have robbed us all, Chickens struggle home to their roost, There’s no economy to boost. Nobody remembers too much, About manufacture, and such. Education is frowned upon, Celebrities run marathons, This ain’t no time to run in parks, We won’t see much, when it’s too dark. Who knew? Deep down all of us did.
Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom, 10th February 2021
Austerity, default mechanism, Used by capitalism to maintain Status quo, where the wealthy stay wealthy, And the rest of us have to pay the bills. Sharing concepts alien to the rich. Neo-Liberal adage is writ large, “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own”. Pandemic expenses rob one and all, Reality shows who’s going to pay, Austerity laws soon back now to stay. We must prepare for the battle to come, A harsh world awaits, we see it elsewhere, Plutocrats aren’t philanthropic people, The idea of welfare means nothing to them, The law of the jungle where strong survive, Randians and crooks are running our lives. Get ready, new normal won’t be jolly, We’ve got to struggle like never before!
Harry Rogers, in the Yellow room, 19th January 2021.
No party raves in the front room Friends and neighbors have got to go. Reapers again clean weaponry, New wave rolls on in Autumn sun. With speed of light crash now arrives, Us boomers, isolated still, Watch fearfully behind curtains. New normal unfolds fitfully, Tory game unravels, full pelt, No deflection can close our eyes No political alibis, Their spin has spun, we see through lies, Watch piggies in Westminster stys, As they place blame upon us all Charades and faux walls start to fall, They can’t placate us with football, Where’s the people’s clarion call? The whole facade is out of hand. You need a test? Go to Scotland. Don’t own a car? That’s your lookout, Spads now deaf as we scream and shout. Understand what it’s all about, The immune herd, the truth is out, Statistics no more carry clout, Their information counts for nowt, Nobody listens anymore, To those who do not know the score, Boris seems to be having fun, Smirking as he gets Brexit done. Glib postures won’t seal up the crack Through which the knives fly to his back, Thrown by his own, through smoke and flack, This then the cost of being slack. Tomorrow we go to the sea, Must get away from misery, Spend precious time with family, Time flies, we might be next, d’you see?…….
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 9th September 2020.
Cocktails, ginger ales, Ipa, Lager, Pale, Wine and Whiskey, how ever can it fail? From 6.00 am one can drink from a pail, Down Covid river we merrily sail, Go out on the booze, you slick alpha male, Let’s see just how many end up in jail, Meanwhile spaff away, so says Daily Mail, Wetherspoons and buffoons shall make a sale, Public servants all a-quake and a-quail, Stay now at home, hit the head of the nail, They’ll lock drunks away, without any bail, BJ and his pals pursue holy grail, In my garden watch as bird eats a snail, At least snail won’t eat my curly kale.
Harry Rogers, in the Yellow room, 1.00 a.m. Saturday 4th July