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The Celts words
Nevertheless do they give us galaxies of words
Stopes of fabulous wealth
in the veins of their brogue
for those who wish to mine it.
What jealous God is this
god of Babel
attempting obfuscation
of such a kind ?
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Poetry for real men
Poetry's f ' Sissies
no f ' the likes o' us
no f ' the frontrow hookers
doon the back o' the bus.
Poetry's f ' Nancy boys
no f ' you an me
no on y' bleedin life
no even if its free.
Poetry's limp wristed
strange, bitter, twisted.
What're YOU lookin at pal ?
Its no for real men
Its no for real men
Poetry's for Spankers
Girlie boys and Wankers
Prick doctors Clerks and Bankers
Aye and so it is.
Its no for real men.
© Max Arvidson
2015
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(WW2) One Legacy
Else we had no need to abstract art
and even think of television
after that war
A lobotomy for entire populations
who decides for ordinary people ?
little toy soldiers in our coco-pops
and blood for want of milk
and a war that never stops.
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The Conversation
Does one simply enjoy
the catharsis of the rant ?
Heaven forbid !
Every fait accompli granted
is in some measure an attribute
of the apathetic
and the vanquished
and forgives a radical if not revolutionary opportunity
begging
as it does
the highest priority
of confrontation and rebuttal
to sustain its heat
as the conversation
starter of
the century.