I became a communist after working for a law firm called Clifford Chance. During my time there I worked on multiple international disputes across Africa, Europe and the Asia Pacific concerning construction and resources. The banal and casual evil I witnessed in this institution taught me a lot about history and politics.
While recovering from the experience I read Das Capital by Karl Marx and now I write poems to memorialize the experience. I will update this page from time to time as I fancy.
Disappointment
Capitalism is riddles three
Here have this monkey paw
The devil said to me
Never cautious
And always greedy
A 1984 piggy
With a portrait in the attic
I made my requests
The monkey paw shuddered
And came to rest
I waited expectantly
For an opulent feast
But alas
All I received was
Snake oil and gas
Our Friend Africa
The IMF, The World Bank
The BIS, and the CFA Franc
Blow me a kiss
Make a wish
Liberalism will make it true
Actually, no
I’ll strangle you
Coup d’état, Coup de grâce
The AFRICOM military base
While you’re in this chokehold
Quiet now
I’ll take your gold
Smile Less
Have you ever seen a banker smile?
The axe wound grin
They’ll offer you poison
And be sure to tell you that it’s gin
Have you ever seen a lawyer smile?
Only at the picnic
They’ll rinse the host for all they’re worth
And leave the place septic
Have you ever seen a politician smile?
Only for the camera
Delinquents in tailoring
Who only know blood-soaked glamour
Take, Take, Take
That bank collapsed
Dancing in foolish splendour
Much like the construction project
Set for government tender
Those companies merged
And these were acquired
The politician was paid
The bankers conspired
There is very little left
I report with regret
Just grifters, casinos
And endless neglect
Time for Supper
Pigs in filth
Devour everything in sight
These devils are not rams
They are ideologically swine
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Say the pigs to the masses
Bullets, tanks, planes and ships
Guns before butter!
Say the pigs to the masses
With mouths full of rich salted butter
Thick on warm crusty bread
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Say the pigs once more
Doughy and pink in their fine tailored suits
Making plans at the boardroom table
We can make plans too
Say the masses to the pigs
A slaughterhouse for the banquet
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Say the masses to the pigs
We will have comeuppance for supper
War is Peace
Preparing for peace
With the Department of War
F twenty two
Kill the poor
Goose step now
With the peace seeking missile
B fifty two
The empire’s dog whistle
Common Lack
Enjoy the taste of leather
Live on your knees
Or die on your feet
Take back the keys
The goose needs a common
Get on your feet
Traitor is the lawman
Pick the plum from the tree
The Lucky Country
Who is keeping score
Between
Gum blossoms and iron ore
Step right up, take a chance
Place a bet
Banksia or finance
Come along now, please be deft
Let’s make a trade
Flannel flowers and land theft
White Australia
Don’t be shy
Geraldton Wax and genocide
Javier’s Clairvoyant
Don’t cry for me Argentina
The Eva Perón scam
The clone dog legacy
The Ayn Rand traffic jam
Don’t cry for me Argentina
The wolverine Oliver Twist
The treasury Bessent
The IMF blacklist
Don’t cry for me Argentina
The US dollar my dear
The Atlas shrugged
The [un]stable coin end is near
Shell Read 