I don't get it

I don't get it

the stubbornest war mongers have nuclear bunkers for 

military hierarchy ,hand picked cabinet,  prime ministers and presidents

so when they've nuked a region and fried all the residents, destroyed all organic matter and left the air above their super- burrow radioactive for a thousand years....and the rest

they can claim something somewhere's been a success

Maybe I don't get it because it's so pathetic

We live under systems called democratic where Mandela was lucky to get out after  27 years solitary and Anders Breivik  is sentenced to a max of twenty-one in relative luxury and while I see why the scum sucking slags done it I'll never understand how the electorate  consistently accept transparent rhetoric and suck on it

You know when you just don't get some-thing

How any one could sanction a  kill at will leadership in the name of altruism . 

Slaughtering families while  proclaiming the champion of their liberty politically and spiritually with your vote and your backing and your succour and inspiration , 

for their own reward,

Now if you have an agenda or greed or are good to admit that its the benefits of the spoils of victory if only the drips, then I will try to feel you to gain understanding but to say nobody's that thick would be to ignore the probability of what's clearly laid out  . The pains set against the gains . The bribery bribing liability

But if you're gonna tell me that the politic of selfishness never ever seduced/thes your vote putting despots in credit

I'd shake my head just like this and impulsively confess "then I don't get it" 

Take,  rape as a spoil of victory . A remit as old as the hills. It requires a state of mind arrogant enough to crawl on top of a woman who's face is contorting in the liquidity of terror, whose body is convulsing under his testosterones , gasping, drowning and whimpering as shocked animals do

So does he usurp the chemical we engage to express mutual tenderness

Now I'm not so moronic that I can't relate to desire but that's too minor to related to a practice so epidemic it appears endemic

but being civilised

I don't get it

They said that there were 1 million people at the silver jubilee

Dressed in flags wearing flags brolleyed under union ain't no black in jack flags singing in the rain and watching boats go by patronising themselves; in honour of the most illusory career on the planet . Of a woman they'll only ever see through the propaganda machine who's never publicly stood for anything more than ded canon fodder.

The sheer irony of perks and serfs . Take the unemployed and the 7 million she enjoyed last year in farmer's subsidies and it would really wind me up if I let it but I'm trying to get it while the ambassador  argument doesn't add up.

They say she served . Well she visited troops in the second world war and she drove her own jeep and the horn went beep  and through the creation of Israel, apartheid, Mau Mau, and bloody sunday she got a good night's sleep and maybe that's what they wanted to see

 The epitome of genetic success of white dominance at the helm in the race of races and they're gonna back their breadwinner in the jostle for  places.

So this our nationalism :the external encircle of an ethically diametric inter-tribalism . A blueprint of the moronic devotion to football fanaticism , a vice I'll never decipher either . How the recreational pursuit of spectating a harmless non contact sport comprising  eleven or so guys you'll never meet converts to the physical action of me inflicting enough blind violence to separate your rib cage from your voice box because you might dare to support your team vocally, not to mention actually

Fuck you up in front of your kids and teach mine to do the same cause it's in his blood and 'e's a good boy ain't ya son

He'll be blue and his kids too in the designer labels of local FC in a parody of Celtic Saxon Gaelic Greek Umbrian south American sub Saharan survival for the dominance of hunting plains rivalry cultivated into a gladiatorial arena

Only thing is we all live in square boxes and think through them. The buffalo are provided by tescos who are apt to assure that every little bit helps . So if our life cycles are desperate clones in mutual agreement I'm never gonna get it

I know it's a free world. That you can have rigamortis injected into your forehead to preserve an impression of some eternal fertility. You can be a fat slob with washboard abdominal implants. You can buy stocks of red meat discounted on sell by date, whilst priding yourself in personal ethics that would see you rip your friends off even to the pittance of pint money so that you can afford to dress ghetto fabulous, drive a flash motor around the manor and quantify your greed by calling it the achievements that your god said you deserve. It seems that everything is sanctioned by a blurb and I don't seem to get it

Thank my God for poetry cause  I can at least address it