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Songs of Impish Savagery
Songs of Impish Savagery
Songs of Impish Savagery
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Armed with a Schaeffer fountain pen and an SA80 a TA Private in Afghanistan had a touch of the Kiplings. Both cathartic and remarkably well received by his young colleagues, who were not your typical consumers of verse, he resolved to write more, to tell their story.

Fifteen years later this is a collection of poetry from the front lines of the culture wars.

Just a dude and the world as he sees it you'll find after action reports, pen portraits, some unabashedly political ponderings, some bits about cryptocurrency, satirical mockery and even an epic or two.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing (some of) it.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSpinflight
Release dateMar 28, 2024
ISBN9798224649433
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    Songs of Impish Savagery - Spinflight

    The Epitaph of Combat (2010)

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    In the epitaph of combat,

    Only Terry’s names abound.

    In the bittersweet hereafter

    The very finest sound.

    I counted them out and I counted them in

    Their faces were profound

    I waited on them like Gunga Din

    An honourable task I found

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    In the pitch black Afghan nighttime

    The stories flew around

    Of weight and kneehigh quagmires

    A battle with the very ground

    Of airbursts and Dushkas

    Bombs and small arms rounds

    No ten dollar Taliban these

    Tenacious as starving hounds.

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    In the hindsight of safety

    The boys knew they’d won a round

    The bout continues, the fight goes on

    Could be for the very same mound

    No regrets said the young Private

    No action of mine was unsound

    In the epitaph of combat

    No sweeter is the sound.

    The Ages Rhyme (2020)

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    The cult of shrews, no fella will do

    Less comprador cucks do kneel and bow.

    Confuses the masses, outraged but passive

    No agency unless a clown.

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    Vote for me, ignorant plebian that be

    Unwise to the preselected drones.

    Whether left or right, you aren’t so bright

    Disciples both with wokery well honed

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    Taxes raised, by zealots depraved

    Religious bigotry the Treasury’s goal.

    And atheists like thee, BBC virtue will see

    Choose between the yoke or on the dole.

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    No religion remains, the Bible disdained

    Priests, pastors the cult instead promote

    Intersectionality, logic is unjust banality

    Critical race theory preached to provoke.

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    The sect of thee, is plain to see.

    Dictated! Assumed guilt of feminist foes.

    White men obviously, bottom of the tree

    Buy indulgences! Soothe Greta’s woes.

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    Fair England’s history, a civil war I see

    The Protestants against the Pope.

    In modernity, a Maoist insurgency

    Cloaked in the language of woke.

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    Money overseas, don’t say missionaries

    Spread the sermon of bras that

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