Business-As-Usual Undresses The Nation
Pandemic ended Thursday
when I sniffed ket off your tits
and shouted ‘’giddy up bitch’’
we’re again trying to gain Leo’s respect
so let’s get up on that Monday morning
and hit it harder than a body
hits the bottom of a k-hole
none of this free medicine,
right to housing,
dole
none of that now
back at it again,
capitalism is friend
if we live stream the vulture funds
slapping Micheáls arse in the backroom
(at lunchtime of course)
we can increase revenue by fifteen percent,
open the jaws of the landlords
and get them to regurgitate that again,
(à la baby bird)
this circulated money
fifteen times reseen
but never heard of
or wrote down
just miraculously
moved around
will benefit you
normal people
exactly like the show, yes,
now back to work little labourers,
no talking between yourselves.
beam is a 26 year old poet. She has participated in workshops led by Kevin Higgins, read at Galway City’s Literary Organisation event called Over The Edge and has been published in Cabinet Of Heed, Impspired
Thank you Beam. So true!
This is very ‘Kevin Higgins.’
Beam an alter ego of KH
Also, who’d say ‘giddy up’ on Ketamine?
Gobsheen ‘poetry’
“Also, who’d say ‘giddy up’ on Ketamine?”
Not you, Baz. No way.
Mister Ed would… ;-)
Ketamine is a horse tranquilliser, I think that’s where the “giddy up” comes from
Hilarious thank you Beam