Friendly Fire

Don’t come cap in hand with your right-wing agenda,

your mouth is an organ, a vile pretender

to intelligent, thoughtful, democratic ways,

you spew forth your sound-bites, earn thoughtless praise

from a populous dulled by consumption and greed,

mesmerised by the box in the corner that feeds

them with ‘news’ that is passing for real information –

celebrity gossip, face transformation,

lose weight in days from your vast corner couch,

buy clothes, shoes and skincare, perfect your pout,

get two point four children and a four by four car,

ferry them everywhere, see the world from afar

through the screen of an iPad (other brands will suffice),

you can’t let them outside, but will never think twice

about letting them surf the wide world late at night

just as long as your kitchen and garden are right,

because the neighbours are watching, your community cares

if your house lets the side down, and you’re caught unawares

by a marginal rise in the next lending rate –

you must make those payments, you cannot be late,

there’s the store cards, the credit cards, your salary’s too low,

there’s no extra income, watch your hard-earned all go

on taxes as immigrants flood across all our borders,

they sit with their hands out, it’s so out of order –

or they work for nothing, or much less than you’re worth,

but –

is that the true picture, are you blaming them first

before looking in the mirror, and believing the lies –

it’s easier to lash out, to turn a blind eye

to a broken down system that allows hate to be dressed

in a suit and a tie and a smile that at best

is trapped on the lips, gets no further beyond,

who’s to blame if, not thinking, you vote for them wrongly

believing that everything will be better, ever after –

nothing sounds quite so hollow as victorious laughter.

 

Friendly Fire

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OK. We’re on the other side of the European elections and I feel like we’re going to hell in a political hand-basket. Turn out at voting is so damned low it makes me feel ill. I don’t think I’m an alarmist, but I do worry that we’re sleepwalking into something very, very dark. Voting turn out is low, low, low and it allows political extremists to rise to the top like the scum that they are. A disproportionately low turn out allows for a disproportionately high representation of the so-called marginal parties in the European Parliament. It’s downright dangerous. Get your behinds off the sofa next time, please?

All’s Well That Ends Well – Sunday Photo Fiction

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“Talk about fair weather friend, Rob! You’re alright for a laugh and a joke, but as soon as there’s any sign of trouble, you’re off! I don’t know what’s got into you these past few weeks!”

I can’t look Jim in the eyes. He’s right. I haven’t been my usual self.

“Where the hell were you?”

“Err, umm, I, umm…”

“Oh for goodness sake, it doesn’t matter. Try and get Jackson’s onside and remember, they’re our largest account. We can’t afford to lose them.”

“Yes, Jim. Sorry.”

“I suppose you’ve forgotten it’s my fiftieth birthday? For once, I’d like to see my wife and kids for more than half an hour tonight.”

I swallow nervously, pulling at my shirt collar. Oh God, I hope it will be OK…

“Well, what are you waiting for? Open the door, stop faffing about!”

“No, Jim, you do it, I –“

“Oh good grief! Alright, I’ll go in first they’re not going to –“

“SURPRISE!”

The door is yanked out of Jim’s hand, streamers whirl across the room, party poppers explode and all Jim’s friends and family are smiling and raising glasses to toast the health of my best friend.

Of course I hadn’t forgotten. Fair weather friend indeed!

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Here’s my latest entry into Alistair’s Sunday Photo Fiction. He supplies us with his own wonderful photos, so deserves our support!

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Say Cheese! – VisDare 62

Alec spotted them frozen in time, the swingboat held in place as if by an invisible hand. Clearly, they hadn’t expected to be seen, what with the photo booth being so far away at the other end of the fairground. What were the chances of him pressing the shutter release just at that moment?

He screwed up the photo and threw it on the floor, wishing he could unsee the whole, sordid affair. What to do? Jonny had stolen a kiss from his girl, and probably more besides. He hated to admit it, but Gloria was a very popular girl.

Alec sat on his haunches, hiding in the shadows as the sun rose over the motionless rides. It would only take one turn of a bolt – just enough to make it fall loose when Jonny did his early morning test ride – to solve this particular problem.

Gloria, he would deal with separately.

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I’m back for another entry into Angela’s VisDare prompt, where the challenge is to respond, in 150 words or less, to the photo she puts up on her blog each week.What a cheeky and daredevil moment – health and safety would have a thing or two to say about that, I’m sure!

I hope you enjoy it, please do take part.