New poem - “Pornography”
It was more than what met the eye
Large bosom, blond hair, rough and ready.
She has met a man
And he liked her style.
X-rated, were they.
And he took her in all places.
The kitchen, the cellar, the shower…
It was truly a night most beautiful, as the customers said.
In the kitchen, he undressed her
In the cellar, she satisfied him with head
In the shower, he had intercourse with her
All this whilst a thousand eyes watch internationally.
Let her have it!
Pound her!
That’s right,
Make her fucking scream!
The next day, the X-rated lady went up to Soho
Lesbian sex film in the making.
And dressed in a vampire outfit
She made love to a female Dracula.
One man watched in California
And drooled over their beauty
Clenching his toes as the time came
Wishing he knew her.
After signing off from the lesbian love affair,
He got dressed.
And went out on a march
To campaign against the legality of gay rights.
Commentary: This poem was written to highlight not only the detriment to women’s rights within the adult pornography industry but also to outline the irony of males watching lesbian pornography though taking a dislike to gay rights.
I used California to link with the Section 8 controversy of a few years ago - in which right wing, christian groups managed to make it illegal for people of the same sex to get married after it had been legal for a short period previously.
Working Class Voice
I live in a block of flats
I have no money
I work in awful conditions
I swig on vodka, sometimes for no reason
I am so cold
I am so sad
I am a slave to the government
I hate this government
But I can’t say
I can’t speak up
I am not rich, its not my place
I will always work in this corrupt state
I will always be screwed over
I am black, poor, and I live in the U.S.A
Can anyone link the supporting judges to Wal-Mart money? I mean, I’d believe it, but I haven’t heard about a direct line between the two.
(Source: political-cartoons, via stfuconservatives)
Can you remember when teachers, policemen, ambulance staff, nurses, doctors and lollipop ladies crashed the stock market, wiped out banks, took billions in bonuses and paid no tax? Nope, me neither because they were the ones struggling to repair the economy!
Just Give Me My Equality
You don’t have to live next to me
Though, I don’t really see what the problem would be?
Because, y’see
I could clean your windows when you want me to
Babysit the children when you want me to
Clean the toilet when you want me to
Of course, I can’t use your toilet
A black person has no right to use the toilet of a white person
Although, I can clean it for you to do your shit
A white person is far to rich to clean a toilet
A black person is a poor person
We must scrounge!
All I ask from you white folks please,
Just give me my equality!
The Preview For The Ghost-exclusive!
Jodie was not someone who feared the night, in fact, she used to always go for late night walks by the reservoir at the bottom of Eden Hill. It was not as grim as the term reservoir made it sound and was in fact quite picturesque with swans, ducks and geese. Wild plants and blossoming flowers dotted the side which she thought made it look beautiful compared to the middle class, London surroundings she lived in.
She couldn’t complain about Eden Hill-it was an expensive private estate in an affluent area of London/Surrey with impressive houses, friendly people, cosiness, and a thought of protection from the rest of London. She heard about the stabbings and the muggings but that rarely happened here and always seemed to happen outside of the gates that cut the estate off from the rest of the capital. She felt isolated almost but in a relieving way.
Tonight was different, she felt uncomfortable as she walked home and came ever closer to the big gates. She could hear rustling which made her wish she hadn’t taken the shortcut by the lake. The rustling got closer. Stop being silly, no one is behind you. She told herself this relentlessly and that everything would be ok. Why would someone follow her? Why would someone be so sick to harm someone? Silliness and stupidity in her mind.
She kept on forcing herself to think this until she heard a crunch on a weakened tree root before squelching sounds immersed her ears. She was not alone.
The Book Plot! (The Ghost)
After leaving Brighton and Hove Police a year ago thanks to traumatising events, DI Tanisha Badawi makes a return to the force, starting a fresh at the middle class Outer London Borough of Tripton and Eden Hill. On arriving, she teamed with Yorkshire born and secretive colleague, DI Thomas Greening.
Together, they are put on to the case of the rape and murder of a 17 year old girl just a short distance from her home at the upper class and private estate of Eden Hill.
As the story progresses, others begin to be found murdered in a similar way. Eventually, Tanisha and co find a link but it revolves mainly around the sleazy, but well known Conservative MP for the area (Andrew Browning).
“The Ghost” is a fast paced thriller and crime mystery which will leave you puzzled over who exactly is behind the crimes whilst also questioning social and political issues such as race, gender and the class system.
So true considering the traumatising memories of swimming!
(Source: crowbarsnest)
