Hope? Nope
Gather at my knee, all ye
neighbourhood kids & heed these
words to the wise: use Sisyphus’ tissues
if you’re wiping weeping eyes.
'Audacity of hope', Barack? More l/
jolly-hockeystick-in-your-throat, I’m-alright-
Jack barefaced cheek when baby boys and girls
are the pearls we hurl before this Swine of a Life.
Why every day a little more hope dies!
Somewhere some schmuck’s last hope just died,
& they hope they might soon die.
‘Where there’s life, there’s hope’,
fool’s hope on which you’ll choke
the day you find vital signs might be ‘Thunderbirds Go!’,
but your zest is as dead as a d-d-d-d-pterodactyl, d'oh!
Paul Celan & Primo Levi
made it out of Auschwitz alive,
yet both topped themselves
decades after the Lager:
knew treacherous Hope, not Fear,
was what queued up for disaster.
But you gotta laugh aintcha, l/ a supervillain
- mwah-ha-ha-hah!
Or a supervillageidiot
- yurk yuk yuk yurk!
Why every day a little more hope dies!
Somewhere some schmoe’s last hope just died,
& they hope they might soon die.
'Where there’s life, there’s hope’,
fool’s hope on which you’ll choke
the day you find vital signs are all ‘Thunderbirds Go!’,
but your zest is as dead as a d-d-d-d-archeopteryx, d'oh!
Hope springs eternal,
l/ a self-harming haemophiliac's on draught cuts.
Hope stings infernal,
l/ Satan’s futon of massed wasps’ butts.
Doctor, doctor, dearie me doc,
my get up ‘n’ go has fucked off.
Since life is a bitch,
Hope must be the bitch support machine.
Why every day a little more hope dies!
Somewhere some schlub’s last hope just died,
& they hope they might soon die.