WWIII

Today, I'm angry as fuck.
At everything. 
At nothing.
In the car. 
In the kitchen.
At the clever, at the thick.
Those who put you down and don't listen.
Those who take it all and seem smitten.
Those who have it all and still complain.
Those who have nowt and are full of shame.

I'm angry as fuck.

At sentences that are never finished.
Like, "Free Palestine"; but also "stop Hamas".
"I'm anti antisemitism"; but "abhor war crimes".

I'm angry as fuck.
World War III has already begun; like a penny down the blind-dogs-helter-skelter.
You want your penny back to spend on nothing.
Why can't we see, it's World War III?
Shifting deck chairs as the Titantic sinks, I'm angry as fuck.

Like lightning without thunder.
Fireworks without the rumble.
Gin without tonic.
I'm shouting like an alcoholic.

I'm angry as fuck.
Why can't they see it's World War III?
Earth like a cake: sliced into three by 2033.
The EU meeting chaired in Moscow.
US borders include Greenland and Mexico.
The Chinese? Well they have the best of the rest.
The UK, now just crumbs, what a mess.

I'm angry as fuck.
But what can I do? Just One Man.
Nuclear holocaust will give me a tan.
No need for holidays, radiation at my doorstep.
Three foot carrots and glowing water; can't bear to look at my daughter.
Whose eyes say it all: "Why didn't you stop all the dickheads with talk?"

Negotiation, humiliation, stimulation.
Ego's to be massaged.
Bombs to be garaged.
Why can't we see it's World War III?

I'm angry as fuck.