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.
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