Fabricate

Lies make life richer,

Lies carry the truth,

Stories and fables, fiction and fact,

Help us all to interact,

Psuedo-journalism,

Fantastic Diaries,

Mutated misty memories,

Myriad beautiful colourful world,

Swim naked in the sea,

Be a roving correspondent,

Report your imagination,

Lie to light up your life,

Exaggerate to entertain,

Make money from murky memories,

Explore new worlds,

Explore new minds,

The masses, they won’t mind,

Fancy and play with what you like,

Fight and play with what you hate,

Elaborate the beauty,

Antagonise the ugly,

Ne’er the twain shall meet,

You will be free,

With isolation, the price you pay,

Your stories will travel,

And you will pass on,

Fabrication for your nation,

Remember everything,

Regardless of whether it happened,

Pass them on, for others to remember,

Stories to tell,

After you are long gone,

Your gift to the next generation,

Lies make life richer,

Your contribution to your nation,

Lies carry the truth.

NDP 2013

Life, Camera, Action

LIFE, CAMERA, ACTION

As he lays, emaciated, on a drip,

The machine beneath ticks away,

It was never too clear,

Why would they want to shoot a scene here?

The machine beneath ticks away,

Hi time is receding, his power is low,

The air becomes rare,

And the cameras click away,

“If he loses direction, we cannot produce”,

The whispers travel among the tourists,

It’s too big to handle, to just kill him off,

And the machine beneath ticks away,

It was written for ghosts,

For the wide-eyed and empty,

They reside in the goldfish bowl,

Too big to handle,

Wheel him away on a trolley,

But the air turns dirty and there is fuel leaking,

His humours are draining, out onto the floor,

Someone killed the doctor’s compassion,

And the machine beneath ticks away,

A gasping audience, counting down,

He lays still, now empty,

It was never too clear,

Why they wanted to shoot a scene here,

And the cameras still click away.

NDP 10/6/2012

The Big Switch Off

THE BIG SWITCH OFF

You provide us with the opportunity,

To experience euphoria or suffering,

And which do you choose?

You provide our soundtrack,

You provide our backdrop,

You provide our memories,

Please can I switch you off?

The news is your news,

That which you choose,

And your idea of fun,

Is no fun at all,

You cut my connections from the world,

Please can I switch you off?

I can’t image the world,

Not without a prompt,

Do you provide the correct prompt?

Or can I just switch you off?

Can I design my own social existence?

I don’t want your input, thanks all the same,

I’ll play my own game,

Reserve the rights to my own name,

And quietly switch you off.

NDP 15/6/2012