I, the blue-eyed, bright haired reprobate,
A product of the nanny state,
raised on free-to-air TV
and value cans of rice pudding,
lament the current climate
on a tiresome bus ride home,
glasses fogged from temperature change and
watch the world flit idly by.
Thoughts of evening news linger inside,
despair and poverty,
people just like me,
like old, rotten cladding,
crumbling under social pressure.
Us nanny state kids,
council-estate bred
with ideas above our stations,
are a damp squib on far right projections
of lazy people addled with benefits,
mass-producing offspring
in our small council-owned factory homes.
The future of this Divided Nation
lies in the hands, hearts and minds
of breadline babies and charity children.
It lies with the people
who traverse dangerous waters
in plastic boats, entrusting
their lives to the ocean
instead of guaranteeing their demise
on unstable land.
The nanny state has a habit
of mollycoddling, smothering
its most vulnerable with
all the extra support they need
to make their short time
on this sodden planet
just
a
little
more
bearable.
positivity in voice,
mannerism, mollycoddling
may bring tidings
up from down-in-the-mouth
to a weak grin
if that doesn’t work
perhaps, a little gin,
olive plops,
fizz fizz,
a little sun, a little breeze
wings flapping…
just
omitting, oblivious,
staring straight ahead
tethered
to fair-weathered feathers,
free-and-queasiness of tears
9/29/2021
Are'nt boys childish,downright escapist?
Feigning gentleness,humour,innocence.
Justifying kind,loving mollycoddling,
Now on parents:qualities rare,
Surely tolerable....using visible words....
Xcacerbated,yammerous ---Zany!
--- Prince Freakasso{Artist and Poet}
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