Kevin Higgins
Kevin writes:
A new poem inspired by people who claim to be all for equality but, if they live in the US, wouldn’t support [Bernie] Sanders; if they live in the UK wouldn’t support [Jeremy] Corbyn; and if they live in Ireland would never vote Sinn Féin.
Our Posh Liberal Friends
(for Susan)
Whenever I show them the Future,
they refuse it;
say: this future has bad hair,
waves its arms around too much,
is too Jewish,
or not Jewish enough,
too not-a-woman,
or the wrong sort of woman.
This Future has a face that one day
might raise the corporate tax rate
by zero point five percent,
and is a little too insistent
that poor people be allowed live,
give or take, as long as the rest of us.
That sort of thing scares the people we dine with
nights we’re not dining with you.
I ask the barman for more finger food,
picture the ocean raging into the restaurant,
and them still sat there muttering at the chicken goujons:
the people we talk to won’t vote for
such extreme solutions. No one wants to live in Cuba,
one of them says, as she’s washed out the door.
I pray, when all the futures
they’ve turned their noses up at
are safely in the mud
and the men in boots and leather come
to escort us all to the Processing Centre
in the back of a truck
that I be shot, cleanly through the skull, at the front gate,
so I don’t suffer their groans
about the quality of the gruel,
and how that last beating one of them got
was clearly in breach of the Human Rights Act
and worthy of a curtly worded,
but still civil, letter to The Observer.
“and the men in boots and leather come
to escort us all to the Processing Centre” – Could you run this one by the families of The Disappeared or even Christine O’Mahony?
So you have to be a Shinner or you’re a bigot?
FFS.
You seem to be angry there Bit? Are you in the DUP?
Lol. Because anyone who could possibly make my point above is obviously in the DUP. Take a bow buddy.
Any update on that CV? Still blank.
Simple question. Does you Unionism have a home or are you just angry?
Ok, I get it. You’re raging because I quite rightly called you out for your perma-rage yesterday. I didn’t think it would be that easy to get into your head! You could at least pretend not to be raging.
Stop deflecting and please answer the question. Which Unionist party are you a member of? (Fine Gael counts btw)
Haha! Criticise Sinn Fein and hey presto you’re a unionist! Love it. You do you dear.
Are you not a Unionist?
Yes, T-bone, you’ve nailed it. Anyone not supportive of SF is a top tier Unionist and should be disowned, disallowed and maybe even disembowelled too.
Did I touch a nerve Millie? is there something you’d like to share? Are you a top tier Unionist? I see Bitboy cant deny it.
Oh you have me rumbled Tobes! Full blown Unionist. Mad for the orange lads and a big bonfire. I want us back in the UK yesterday.
I even have a poster of the Queen inside my wardrobe, the sexy bitch.
Heh,heh,heh.
Top internetting.
How to confuse knuckle-draggers 101.
Toby or Tobes – the stench of a Republican username right there. And they say Tarquin Adams was never a member of the IRA!
That’s quite the leap there.
I’m sure Bernie Sanders and Jeremy Corbyn would love being thrown into the same undisclosed pit as Sinn Fein.
I doubt Jezza would have a problem with it.
I’m sure Bernie Sanders and Jeremy Corbyn would love being thrown into the same undisclosed pit as Sinn Fein. Self-indulgent and smug. Mirroring the very vibe he claims to be pillorying.
Corbyn’s relationship was so close since the 80s that it has been thrown at him by the British torys (FG’s allies) on a constant basis for decades.
Corbyn’s relationship was so close since the 80s that it has been thrown at him by the British torys (FG’s allies) on a constant basis for decades.
Corbyn’s relationship was so close since the 80s that it has been thrown at him by the British torys (FG’s allies) on a constant basis for decades.He invited Gerry Adams to Westminster in 83 and attended SF events ever since.
Sorry, come again?
A superb poem by Kevin Higgins, it’s of the quality of…
September 1913
By W B YEATS
“What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.”
How true it became. All the Fine Gaelers counting their dirty money while trying to erase history.
So Kevin is spared the flood because he supports Sinn Fein and/or never progressed in political or critical thinking beyond the idealistic utopian daydreams of your average 1st year college student? Noah or ah, No!?
Apart from that it’s actually his best so far on here.
Well he seems to be getting put in the camp too. So I am not sure how he is spared.
Another “why doesn’t everyone think like me?” poem.
Some of the best poets and artists would have struggled with feeling isolated from the rest of humanity.
So there is that angle?
I can tell you’re a man of great sensitivity, ian
A little, yeah…..
:|
Imagine being 50 years of age, and still going on like Rick in ‘The Young Ones’…
Good piece there Kevin.
Dear Observer,
I did not hate this poem.
Yours curtly,
Holden.
equality? of outcome or opportunity?
lately when I hear people spout about equality they are referring to equality of outcome.
This is impossible and its not an admirable goal either.
+ V
“Excalibur” by David Brent
I froze your tears and made a dagger
and stabbed it in my cock forever.
It stays there like Excalibur.
Are you my Arthur? Say you are.
Take this cool dark steeled blade,
steal it, sheathe it in your lake.
I’d drown with you to be together.
Must you breathe? ‘Cause I need heaven.
For the life of me I can’t understand why the Irish who are usually politically astute would fall for such an obvious fraud as Corbyn.
Same reason my Irish friends currently living in London love Varadkar: they’re not exposed to him, only the twitter impression of him
A lot of impressionable snowflakes fell for the Corbyn nonsense.
Cheered at Glasto ? Marvellous.
Last December Corbyn-mania met reality like a drunk falling into the gutter.
It was a wonderful sight.
I thought poetry (sic) would speak for itself? When the ‘poem’ has to be explained before reading it, it’s either for the benefit FGers, or other FF type thickos.
Well the suggestion that Sinn Féin are all about Equality definitely needs some explaining