I used to say I was Labour, better red than blue

Indigo thought shades of purple wouldn't do.

Then my youthful naivety died

as I realised they closed a door

on prosperity – exit clause four.

 

I toyed with the Tories to piss off my mum,

until I lost my money:

to them I was scum.

 

Stuck in a hostel

since

my blood mum was a crazy junkie,

who married a nonce...

 

Even got a fix from Doctor Osborne once.

 

Society is broken.

Broken Britain damaged beyond repair.

Cameron named as Thatcher's heir.

 

I remember the words of Read,

oh I recall just what he said.

 

“The fundamental purpose of the artist

is the same as that of a scientist:

to state a fact.”

 

But facts are subjective

and subjects are money.

 

Big Society, Big Bucks

Big Brother a-many.

Spend our money on fireworks,

but no Guy's got a penny.

 

Homeless and drunk

Student and skunk.

 

But hey,

it's all subjective baby!

 

If life is subjective

and we are selective.

We must admit

our choices have repercussions.

 

Daily Mail readers form a line

hate child abuse

but hey, Primark's fine!

 

Some would call me preachy

but I prefer potent.

Together we'd be omniscient

instead of omnirodent.

 

Resistant to poison we

spit and we maim.

Forget your principles,

just focus on fame.

 

But I'm not perfect either

I admit that much.

Although I'd rather have an Android

than an iPod touch.

 

There's nothing wrong with material goods

but we should stand against material bads.

 

I'm a Democratic Socialist in action

but Anarchist at heart.

I know we cannot finish

what we never start.

 

A home, an education, is all that I ask

and maybe free transportation or

an energy source that ain’t gas.

 

Let's compare the market

don't be afraid to haggle.

A wise man knows his Muppets

from the mother-friggin' Fraggles.

 

But human evolution didn't stop after the monkeys

or with Darwin

or 4chan

or Chuck Norris junkies.

 

It lies within us all

as human beings.

Learn to live:

Third eye chakra

Ajna, providence

all seeing.

 

Fuck perfection, give me adequate fairness.

 

I guess in truth, Indigo is a shade of grey.