Up Is The Only Way Out Again

Damn the restraint of metered lines to
Hell and back, bugger the wretch of
regular rhyme as well, let’s hatch
an insurrection – open the pen, let
ourselves roam free – see where it
takes us unexpectedly! Oops, not
down, no, not that way my friends –
up is the only way out again.

So the pathetic gnome has quibbled,
gibbered and dribbled his beer,
he’s resurrected despair as his best
friend, lent anxiety an earnest ear.
So what! It isn’t worth worrying about
anyway, I hear you say; in an election
year where the bullshit flows thick?
You’ll give the prick another term with

attitudes like that. More of the same
introverted insanity to add to the mass
of inertia we bear. We are trying to break
free of the chains binding blind patriotism
to absurdities where treasonous thought has
more compelling reason. Oops, not
down, no, not that way my friends –
up is the only way out again.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-31