BuzzFed Up

Too many strong words are wasted on weak opinions.

Beehives of buzzwords getting smoked out by potheads

Still clanging from the iron fist

Calling for din-dins.

Too many on a diet of

Blended information,

Sweetened with refined statistics.

Too many beheaded metaphors

Running around like underage chickens.

Too many, like, lost similes.

Too many ya get mes

Falsely reciprocated.

All in the name of face;

Faced with a problem they turn

Their backs and face away

But when it all swings back

You've gotta face it and

On the face of it, it ain't got legs

But it can grow roots;

Trees have been known to fight.

I'm stuck in a world that systematically

Mistakes convenience for irony and

The systematic for the systemic

It's a pandemic

In more than four colours

On the board.

We're either too busy or bored

And it's bored into our heads

That unless you can touch it

It ain't shit

But why get your hands dirty? 

Nobody's home now,

The land of the free

Or at least the piss-cheap,

Faith took a leap

Onto the garbage heap

And these rhymes were brought to you

Half price, summer special.

To stop and think you've got to

Stop.

Stahp.

God is disappoint IMO

Because we're not goals enough.

Goals is tough.

Crack a crooked smile

Cutting corners sly

Papercuts hurt,

But you've gotta cover the paper trail

With blood.

It's better to have blood on your hands

Than money in your boots,

At least they won't shake you down for it.

Your MCM screams 'Free Palestine!' when he busts a nut.
Your WCW can take a selfie from seven angles

But a thought from just one.  

Hammers and Metronomes

Some of us grow up

Others grow sideways. 

I'm beside my youth 

Convicted in its truths 

And sentenced to its dreams 

Even if they're snoozed from time 

To time. 

It's time.

It's time. 

It's time that I fear 

Because it can take our lives 

And suspend our freedom 

But it's time. 

It's time. 

It's time I don't have 

And can't buy

No matter how much time I spend

Working. 

It's time. 

It's time. 

It's time I was heard, 

No longer part of the herd, 

No longer stuck in my head 

No longer stuck and fed up. 

It's time. 

It's time. 

It's time we spoke up 

Stopped being woke and woke up 

Coz I'm daymaring a world 

Where facts fall victim to factions 

And I lose my patience with time. 

If time is money, 

They owe time and a half to me. 

But it's time. It's time. 

It's time. 

It's never the time to go, 

I'm not feeling time, but I feel the time flow. 

If you ain't got the time, what time it is you don't know. 

Just not time to go 

But we all know what time it is. 

It's our time. 

Rich Boy Playground

Get the ants to build a castle;
Give them sugar, use their muscle.
Then inspect them with the glass,
Burn them all - infernal blast.

Orlando Looms

Follow me down the rabbit hole... 

Where the clocks tick in rhythm 

To the click-clack of safeties 

As we debate our liberty 

To bear arms 

When 51 people just lost theirs 

To be. 

In a world where men can lay waste 

To a school/club/church from their waist, 

A world where we defend 

The right to defend, which 

Is only ever used to

Attack.

I relinquish my right to silence. 

Scorching shells 

Drag souls through hell 

Screeching bells 

As each one fell. 

Blood, sweat and tears; 

Anger, hate, fear. 

Burning Bush meet the Shears, 

A painting now a smear. 

Wine flowed and wine spilled, 

Blood flowed and blood spilled. 

Ammo and smoke filled 

The men that the Joke killed. 

In sickness and in health, 

In poverty and wealth, 

Death stalks the earth, 

A perfect form of stealth. 

Get down or get put down, 

Get down, go mute now, 

Get down, confused crowd, 

Get down or get put down. 

What you waiting for? 

What you wailing for? 

Feel the burning core,  

Feel the burning floor. 

Mum. I love you. 

He's got a gun and 

Is holding us hostage. 

He's killed some of us already. 

I'm scared. 

Plenty of cops but no guns 

Ain't no holy place, but there's nuns. 

Ain't no bakery, why talk buns? 

To hell with you all - I'm done. 

To hell with you all - it's wrong, 

To hell with you all - this my song! 

To hell with you all - go in throngs, 

I'll meet you fags there, won't be long. 

The shots are now falling off rhythm, 

No rhyme or reason left with him, 

No wit or mercy, just breathing 

Heavy with anger, he's seething. 

Evil has too many faces, 

Death visits too many places, 

Love takes too many paces, 

Life has them at the races. 

Hide and seek joy, 

Pride and weak boy, 

Private in-joke 

Pulse is Limbo. 

Straight men got shot dead, 

Gay men got shot dead, 

Straight women got shot dead, 

Gay women got shot dead, 

And John Poma's heart died 49 times. 

Deadpool

Deadpool might just be the closest to source material comic book adaptation of recent times. It begins with comical credits and ends with the anti-hero breaking conventional superhero behaviour tropes. It's a thoroughly enjoyable mess and I'm happy to say Ryan Reynolds has redeemed himself. 

The comical credits and fourth wall breaks are consistent with the original Deadpool comics, just the first issue of the standalone series opens up with fourth wall breaking narration and odd-defying antics from the protagonist. The movie does a good job of hooking its audience in and then taking several long trips back in time to recap just how we got to this barbaric entrance. It's a Marvel story and the characters are pretty two-dimensional but even then they're pretty well fleshed out and consistent. Nobody grows, nobody shrinks, nobody reveals any great Buddhist secrets, but they all have a jolly good ass-kicking ride. 

As a Deadpool movie I think it is outstanding and pretty decent in its own right. It does have a certain degree of fanboy fodder and I think that uninitiated audiences may be a little put off by the fans, skewing their own views on the merc with a mouth. It's an anti-hero story with an anti-comic relief, high octane action and bundles of bad jokes - mostly good-bad. What I found particularly interesting was the display of teenage apathy accompanied by some of Wade's least risqué lines. It gave this air of "oh you're too young to understand me and find me funny, I'm full of mature irresponsibility!" Although I imagine Deadpool's relationship with the teenage mutant is supposed to serve as a metanarrative on the potential audiences' different takes on the character, I feel like it was one of the weaker parts. And I'm not a big fan of a daft Colossus; serious yes, daft no. 

Ultimately, Deadpool is a movie that delivers what it promises: writers who are the true heroes, a CGI character, a hot chick, a comic relief, all-out action and shameless humour. It's worth seeing it whether you're a fan or not. 

Vicious Cycles

Stuck in a cycle but out of the loop,
Part of a team but not part of the group,
Jack in a box but the thoughts well outside,
Fast asleep with eyes open wide,
Never done wrong but never knew any better,
Given no law followed it to the letter,
Ended up here but started much further,
No man's without fear, some just full of fervour.

Granted – 9-5 is how you survive,
7-5 is how you die slowly inside -
6-6 everyday I'm in shackles
Pushing boulders for peanuts while the wistful witch cackles.
It's a game of frequent shots and hard tackles,
Jackals all around, don't flaunt your hackles!
This life is but a mackle, take it or leave it,
If Plato told the truth, you wouldn't believe it.
Living in a sewer you wish but for clean water,
Living in a palace you demand your every order
Be followed as was told, your mould takes a hold
Of whoever wants the palace and would ever be so bold
As to live in it and work – mark my every word,
Those with a dream aren't easily deterred.
Watch your back as they climb on it,
Coz once it breaks, they will dine on it.

Stuck in a cycle but out of the loop,
Part of a team but not part of the group,
Jack in a box but the thoughts well outside,
Fast asleep with eyes open wide,
Never done wrong but never knew any better,
Given no law followed it to the letter,
Ended up here but started much further,
No man's without fear, some just full of fervour.

Too many cooks in the kitchen, too few critics at the table,
They all think they're keen and able but the food goes down the stable.
The whole system is unstable and the pillars slowly crumble,
People see and people gossip – whisper-whisper, mumble-mumble;
Be humble or be humbled, mountains can be levelled,
All of your rough edges can easily be bevelled.

When the nucleus implodes, strike a pose -
Many have been called but how many of them rose?
Get on the level, I'm in the same building,
On a different story, different floor, different feeling.
But differences apart, similarities together,
Why bleed in vain, instead of simply sever?

Gangrenous friends aren't even worth the tissue,
Cut them off! Cut them off! Don't ever think they'll miss you.
Maggots only eat dead flesh, so stay fresh,
Some would pay an arm and a leg to start afresh.
Right at the beginning, top of the first inning,
Nobody's losing and nobody is winning;
Does the glass even exist? Here, have the gist:
The water is poisoned and whoever drinks it pissed.

Stuck in a cycle but out of the loop,
Part of a team but not part of the group,
Jack in a box but the thoughts well outside,
Fast asleep with eyes open wide,
Never done wrong but never knew any better,
Given no law followed it to the letter,
Ended up here but started much further,
No man's without fear, some just full of fervour.

Sometimes I'm a winner and sometimes I'm a quitter;
Sweet ol' sour-puss is starting to turn bitter.

The details are fine, how do we differ from swine?

I see your trough is empty but stay the fuck out of mine.

You win some and you lose some, some you simply miss,
Fear of failure stops you and ignorance is bliss,

That's fine, grow a spine and walk the line, 
I see your trough is full so stay the fuck out of mine. 

Revolution Soon

Revolution soon come,
Two-twos now.

Everybody wears it
At a discount price.

Everybody asks for change,
But they ain't even paid,

I say keep it;
Manners don't cost a thing
Unless you're paid per word.

So excuse me, my French,
Bad taste, too soon, let it cool.
Just let it simmer, turn it down,
Bad taste, too soon. Let it cool.

Some can't look at you and not drool,
United by their hands in each other's pockets

They sing jolly good fellows
Away from the sorrows
Of confused yesterdays, uncertain tomorrows.

Don't know who to follow? Then lead.
Some men but follow their feet,
Some women but follow their nose,
Some children know nothing of prose.

But worry not, lest you get
Worry lines.
Revolution soon come, two-twos now.
Everybody wears it
Inside out.