All that's rotten in this world

fat cats and plutocrats 

industrialists and autocrats 

billionaires and bureaucrats 

always on the take

racists and conspiracists 

terrorists and narcissists 

fascists, white supremacists 

never take a break

web hackers, corporate frackers 

rioters and truth attackers 

hijackers, anti-vaxxers

they don’t feel no shame

sociopathic conscience lackers 

psychopaths and people whackers 

drug abusing gun attackers 

we know who’s to blame

crooked politicians lying 

while there’s people out there dying 

line their pockets, not resigning 

lead a merry dance

sea polluters, oil spillers 

arms dealers, serial killers 

living in their luxury villas 

in the south of France

wall scaling stalkerazzi 

member of the paparazzi 

he’s a telephoto Nazi 

breaking every code 

broker playing kamikaze 

in his shiny Maserati 

texting mates while drinking latte 

menace on the road 

fanatic climate change deniers 

culture gods and false messiahs

reprobates and other liars

excuse me while I hurl

narcotics dealers and their users 

pornographers and cheating boozers 

bullies, thugs and child abusers 

all that’s rotten in this nasty screwed up world 

Steve Wheeler © 4 February, 2021

photo by Steve Wheeler

On top of the world

He had the world at his beck and call 

He had no problems or worries at all, 

with plenty of money and cash to spare

he lived like a goddamned billionaire

He drank like a fish and slept like a cat

with golden cushions wherever he sat

his stocks and shares were doing well

his other investments were giving it hell

his palatial mansion in the South of France

was host to many a song and dance

On the top of the world, he had no doubt

… and then his liver gave out

She was renowned for her glitz and glamour

wherever she went the press would clamour

Known as a high class debutante

seen in the very best restaurants

Her global travel and her movie deals

and a jet-set life gave her all the feels

A party girl drinking best champagne

living the high life again and again

She came from the humble working class

but soon accumulated a wealth of brass

She promised herself she would never go back 

… and then came the heart attack

Steve Wheeler © 28 January, 2021

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It all comes back to bite you (in the end)

I wanna go where the mad things are

I wanna drive in a big fast car 

I wanna party with the movie stars 

but it all comes back to bite you in the end 

I wanna go where the explorers went 

up the mountainside in an alpine tent 

or go where no-one’s ever been sent 

but it all comes back to bite you in the end

I wanna go where the rich folk go 

live in a beach house in Acapulco 

playing games of chance in Monaco 

but it all comes back to bite you in the end

I tried to run with the hounds and hares 

tried to make friends with the grizzly bears 

and the lions too, but I soon got scared 

and they all came back to bite me (in the end)

Steve Wheeler © 27 January, 2021

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