Bugs

Being,given,existing,
Undying is their claim
Unimagined yet to come
Its all part of their game

There is something out there
Some projection
Absoluteness, untimely
Consistent with a constant
Homogeneity

And there was no agreement
No chorus from the blue
Only lots of controversy
The ambiguity too

Denials from the media
And the puppeteer’s
All clearly unapproachable
Whilst ratcheting up our fears

The skies above were criss crossed
With the noughts and crosses they
Became ever increasing
In the early part of day

Intensifying really when
The skies were originally blue
Thats when the pilots got
Their orders to spray on me and you

The barium and the aluminium salts
The thorium too
The polymer fibres
The silicon carbide
The mixture good and true

As for the motley patchwork
Of suburban bugs the need
Was to spray them really regularly
So power could then succeed

Coming down with infections
Was the order of the day
It got you out of the slavery
That otherwise would play

As Part of your contigent
Your integration plan
The sophisticated adulterated
Hotch-potch it began

Squirted out of aeroplanes
To fall on you and me
The new bugs on the street perhaps
Who would mongrelize and see

And amalgamate together
And generally then be
Adhering to the embodiment
Put out now daily

The comprehensivity
the whole caboodle would
be soused in it for ever
Which could only be good

As more of us were weakening
The Bees the fish the birds
The plants were being made to rot
Even the great sheep herds

Were falling foul of the chemicals
As were some children who
Inevitably were also sprayed
And some started turning blue

The bluest bugs are the sickest bugs
Their contrast is our hope
The eccentricity of wisdom
The speciality to cope

Its put down to abnormality
To some allergy may be
The unorthodox and nondescript
That many failed to see

The more we speak of change
The more they say it cannot be
Conservation and conservatism
Both start with a C

Persistent and unfailing
Enduring till the end
Prescriptive thats our future
And what we must defend

Of course perpetuation
Continuance all day
Obsessive and recurrent
Its another way to play

Until the revolution
And the catastrophe
The thorough going over
Of subversive energy

The matrix of the masses
The bug trails meeting where
Regeneration is happening
As more and more now share

The knowledge and the vigour
And the influence of old
As rain clouds are awash with
All the chemicals they sold

GMO and fracking tar sands natural gas
Mining out Uranium the nuclear morass
Chernobyl and Fukushima puking to this day
And millions more true cancers all along the way

Oil spills sink holes developing earthquakes
We can hear
And see the enormous damage
And sense the internal
fear

Everywhere is polluted
And that apparently
Should be Making people happy
And all able to agree

For their realisation
Is materiality
Acquiring and disposing
And wasting actually

The pulverulence of plastics
To vaporize to feel
To liquify
To set on fire
That must so appeal

To be sprayed upon
As bugs the self devoted crawling types
Let us purge the masses
Turn on all the pipes

Slowly they are dying out
And the furnaces remain
Hotter than they ever were

So spray and spray again