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I Comrade


In my teens I was hungry, insatiable

A temptress and a witch.

In my twenties I wore diamonds, feathers

Ate men for breakfast

Chicks for snacks

I smoked Sobranie Blacks

I was a bitch

So my thirties, did not start too well

In a nutshell, some say I fell

But I leapt full of chemicals

From that fucking pedestal,

Into the mill for a grinding

I'm fine now, pure cow

My forties, have been naughty

Very naughty but so nice

Now I'm radicalised, revolting

Yes sometimes saucy or crude

My bras are burned, I'm liberated

I clean the windows in the nude

A commie trollop some may say

I piss off fascists every day

My fifties, I hope will continue this way

My titillating, entertaining days are done and gone

The menopause begun

I'm too experienced to be your bit of fluff


My mind is more than enough

So be my comrades, be my friends

I just won't be needing your pointy ends.


Comrade BJ Treglown

The Coalition Awakens

the UN resolution is not the new hope but the imperial empire, striking back/

cybernetic phantoms menace the skies/

screaming jets brutally bomb resistance airspace/

technicolour explosions blossom into galactic cinder strewn firestorms and pulverised concrete fragments/

this whole region is a ghetto where genocide is a way of death, to live, it is best to leave now/

drones attack without compassion, flown by video game addicted patriots, the revenge of the sick/

civilian collateral damage is statistical evidence of terror/

how cheap is our opinion of life? and what are we trying to prevent?

terrified at the return of the jihadi? terrified of the other, the allegorical alien invasion swarm fallen from hell/

it is not a coincidence that the resistance base is in a green and pleasant republican land governed by a fairytale princess whose champions fly lightspeed star ships/


the real war is fought elsewhere in wreckage strewn polluted deserts populated by dusty masked fanatics occupying freemarket trading zones/


there are no borders in this four dimensional horror show/

if the force is willing, there is no force but the force/

rebels are the enemy/

the truth is always lies/

peace is always war/

this is star wars, not Syria wars/

Comrade Pete Treglown

Selective ignorance
Selfish indifference
Illusion of charity
Delusions of humanity
False revolutions
Diluted reactions
Stockholm mentality
Mindless distractions
Blatantly hating
Brutish not British
Beating berating
Are curses now wishes?
Bloodthirsty headlines
Fertilise fear
Demonise migrants
When they die
Do you cheer?
Summing up I am sickened
Not by blood
But by hate
This land green and pleasant
A cold racist state.

B.J. Treglown