My mind is like the Middle East.
But if so what are mad Russian geese
Circling above doing here. See?
They think that I'm an enemy.
I don't know really. Not any more.
Who used to be my friends, for sure,
Have since turned into folk I hate
They've declared a brain-wide caliphate.
The geese shit bombs, which all explode
On random cells - terrorist - who knows
Or cares? Now webs have blurred the lines
Between the ideas and origins of crimes.
So who is good and who is bad?
In here? Who knows? I'm going mad
With charred debate. With easy charm,
Some salesman sells me loads of arms
To snort, which doesn't help. I'm screwed.
It’s all about the oil – how crude!
My brain, always in some crap crisis.
First Saddam, now the bloody ISIS!
King Saud turns up from time to time
And throws a wobbler, commits a crime.
He pulls the cloth from under the table
And sends things flying, to keep things stable.
A tyrant is better than an empty space
So maybe my mind just needs a place
To settle down and work out what is best.
To chill, and get some bloody rest.