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What Annoys Me. The Wedding of Rubbish and Nonsense. Dearest readers; Please stand, for the big day has arrived The knot be tied, the vows be said, the promises contrived Master of Ceremonies me, so first I’ll read the list Of honoured guests as they arrive and each one falsely kissed The banquet hall is decked, to dazzle and amaze Bright silver, all the glitz, no doubt in hope of praise Rubbish waits in patience, the collective to appear Sweet Nonsense has excuses, if they fail, a ready tear Along comes Decency, who sways this way and that With Truth, who wears first one, and then another hat Trotting by their side, their eldest son Deceit A wilful little sod, a torture to defeat Ah, Mr Racist Bigot: Will his head fit through the door? He thinks in black and white, a tinge of yellow nothing more Along with wife Supremacy, they both deaf, dumb and blind For in their hearts there is no room, for any other kind Enter Gold, with pockets bulging, watch him saunter in With lady friend upon his arm, covered in his bling Closely followed by, all who fall within his creed Miss Digger, Mr Want-it All, Mr and Mrs Greed In dodders dear old Justice, half asleep and slow to stir He does his best to read between the lines that humans blur He sits in judgement of the bad, but come let’s be precise Too often does the gavel fall, for those who pay his price In come the politicians slyly fighting for first place Who look you in the eye, then lie straight at your face Drunk with power, untouchable, sound bites, speeches, buzz He’ll do this; she’ll do that, gets in, then never does So if you ask me what annoys, expect an icy blast Just a few are above, o’er which your eye has cast Before I go we’ll look at those, who did not make the list While all the selfish bas**rds there make merry and get pi**ed Lurking close is Poverty with millions in his grip Those displaced by war, out on a Nowhere Trip The old, the sick, future faced with solemn Resignation Another life consumed in the belly of Starvation Still Rubbish marries Nonsense as they have from the start With promises and vows, tied to a knotted heart And so the celebrations, with back slaps they conclude When everybody waves their arms and sing, ‘Hey Jude’. In the Catholic Church, Jude, the patron saint of lost causes. For Frank’s Contest What Annoys You.

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What Annoys Me

What Annoys Me. The Wedding of Rubbish and Nonsense. Dearest readers; Please stand, for the big day has arrived The knot be tied, the vows be said, the promises contrived Master of Ceremonies me, so first I’ll read the list Of honoured guests as they arrive and each one falsely kissed The banquet hall is decked, to dazzle and amaze Bright silver, all the glitz, no doubt in hope of praise Rubbish waits in patience, the collective to appear Sweet Nonsense has excuses, if they fail, a ready tear Along comes Decency, who sways this way and that With Truth, who wears first one, and then another hat Trotting by their side, their eldest son Deceit A wilful little sod, a torture to defeat Ah, Mr Racist Bigot: Will his head fit through the door? He thinks in black and white, a tinge of yellow nothing more Along with wife Supremacy, they both deaf, dumb and blind For in their hearts there is no room, for any other kind Enter Gold, with pockets bulging, watch him saunter in With lady friend upon his arm, covered in his bling Closely followed by, all who fall within his creed Miss Digger, Mr Want-it All, Mr and Mrs Greed In dodders dear old Justice, half asleep and slow to stir He does his best to read between the lines that humans blur He sits in judgement of the bad, but come let’s be precise Too often does the gavel fall, for those who pay his price In come the politicians slyly fighting for first place Who look you in the eye, then lie straight at your face Drunk with power, untouchable, sound bites, speeches, buzz He’ll do this; she’ll do that, gets in, then never does So if you ask me what annoys, expect an icy blast Just a few are above, o’er which your eye has cast Before I go we’ll look at those, who did not make the list While all the selfish bas**rds there make merry and get pi**ed Lurking close is Poverty with millions in his grip Those displaced by war, out on a Nowhere Trip The old, the sick, future faced with solemn Resignation Another life consumed in the belly of Starvation Still Rubbish marries Nonsense as they have from the start With promises and vows, tied to a knotted heart And so the celebrations, with back slaps they conclude When everybody waves their arms and sing, ‘Hey Jude’. In the Catholic Church, Jude, the patron saint of lost causes. For Frank’s Contest What Annoys You.