Unrestful Times (Poetry)

The levels of pissedoffedness
have now shot through the roof
the legislation’s gone too far
there’s not one scrap of proof
such rules and regulations said
to be for safety’s sake
are anything to do with health
but someone’s on the make

And no one’s fooled by laws that state
the pubs must shut at ten
such a measure’s not the brainchild of
a sober league of men
with genuine humanity
and logic on their side
they’re politicians with some sly
agenda smoke can’t hide

Their strategy is muddled but
confusion rules the day
draw the average chap’s attention
get him looking the wrong way
pump him full of propaganda
study Nineteen Eighty-Four
Orwell drafted out the blueprint
who in power could want more?

A total balls-up — sheer disaster
an embarrassing affair
this ghastly joke some posh-voiced bloke
all crumpled suit and haystack hair
yet sheeple still do as they’re told
obey the mad dog’s bark
lying restless in their beds each night
they grumble at the dark