Weary

 Weary, in the voice of JC Clarke

You with your conspiracy theory

You make me weary

Peddling your tat.

I used to be libertarian; a democrat.

But the rulers now tell me it’s not all that.

Rip up the rule book

It is forsook.

Come up to speed

Whatever they signed in Runnymede

Is in the past, stuck.

If you in the community are not heard,

That’s because you’re going to be part of the immunity herd

If you thought you had a vote

Your brain must be curd.

The Karens make me dreary

The news teary

The closer we get to the rule of six, six, six; eerie.

I am so bleeding weary.

Film Noir Detective Narration...in the voice of.

"Making the ragù, for the pasta, I saw there was no garlic.

"Lazy garlic?", I mused. I smashed the fridge door open, like the punk it was.

I laughed at myself sardonically, in that sardonic way, only I can, knocking back the neat scotch in my tumbler.

No hope of a lazy way, for these gumshoes.

What to do?

No garlic.

I went with, no garlic."