Graded

He kept his mouth shut as behaviour was graded
He adjusted the smile but his core slowly faded
Confidence lacked when he took selfie lane
Driving wreckless for likes, forgetting his brain
"The scariest people are the ones with views"
He laught and, on purpose, avoided the news
Expecting the houndreds to feel like close friends
As he reduced opinions and followed great trends
Never alone but with fear of lonely
He quickly got married to the one and only

Gadgets

Dear fortunate one with a mainstream passion
I see you with your taste for fashion
Your hunger when they say it's cool
For what they call a must-have-tool
A fitness watch it was last year
You gave up a week post gym premier
A Kodak moment you want this time
To get the best right at its' prime
You know how to turn that camera on
You feel like an art version of Don Juan
Without common sense or feeling for image
You ecstasy click with a narcissistic grimace
It's all out of focus and over exposed
You take eager selfies of your own toes
You blindly run the easiest way
You capture a sunset in nearest bay
You snap naked women and smiling kids
Then assume it will sell for the highest bids
Because in a time when anyone wins
You don't need a talent to spread your own wings

Happy holidays

Who cares about political correction
When most of us have that Christmas erection
I don't really know anyone who is jew
So why include, or think of the muslim view?
I don't know even how to spell Hanukkha
All my friends are named Victor or Monica
So I cheerfully put on my normative smile
And say "Merry Christmas" as a pure heterophile

When I'm old

Deliciously honest I will become
That day when I'm old and almost gone
Deliciously mean I will shred kids' dreams
I will tell everyone how silly it seems
Santa Claus, God, any other fairy
I will kill them before it is time for the bury
I will walk on red lights as the cars honk their horns
I will sneak in to movies and play feminist porns
I will rob banks and buy trees in thousands
Plant them on fields where they grow cows and
Other animals full of antibiotics
And with help of the best hypnotics
I will put Nobel price winners in charge
Explosives in any unfair trade that's large
And when everyone is a part of my gang
I will go under with a bang

Man of the year

A man is not a person
When politics worsen
A man is not out of the year
A man is full of crocodile smear 

Holiday heat

The restless mind decided to cheat
To follow impulse in holiday heat
Filling bags with items on sale
Leaving a sweaty, anxious trail
Rushing to get the latest item
To add to his guilt, his tower and totem
Instead of building a lasting state
He could not resist but took the bait
Getting pulled even deeper out
Until there was nothing but starving doubt.

Bullet

He got some sparkling
For his darling
- I'd take a bullet for you
He pulled out the corkscrew
- A bullet? Where?
She said, staring out in the air
- What do you mean?
He looked at his queen
- Well, I'd take a bullet if it hit my finger
She said, letting words linger
- I obviously mean into my ... heart!
He said as she ruined it all with a fart 

Fanatics

Singing birds
Wipe off your words
Verbal acrobatics
Do nothing for
Brain washed fanatics 

Madame London

Everything looks so much better
Wrapped in a thick polyester sweater
Life is a blessing but this country haunted
the British isle by foreigners wanted
You squint or completely close your eyes
and heat up those half baked chicken pies
Praise the Lord for preservatives
And put your vote for conservatives
Chew those bones and ignore the taste
Then toss away package and other waste
Down in Thames where it hides pretty well
Then after tea, have a beer, oh how swell!
Your flooring is plastic but looks pretty good
At first glance it actually looks like it´s wood
Windows and walls don´t keep the winds out
unheard of that is, in this country of doubt
But you are so lucky, your door looks pretty
a room for rent aint cheap in this city
After all you´re ahead of times
With a husband that watches your kids sometimes
Mold in the carpets and water like shit
It´s sure a priviedge being born as a Brit
You know to behave and not say what you think
You cover it all with phrases in pink
Darling and sorry and please let me help
Then you´ll admit my head´s full of kelp
to the neightbour you´ll whisper, yes that is right
You´ll wait with opinions until I´m out of sight
You´ll dress your children in black shoes that leak
And keep them inside if they start to look weak
Sustainable clothing is ugly expensive
The important thing is to not look offensive
Oh, you are lucky- your facade is blond curled
Unaware Europeans describe you as third world

Results

White dressed
Sterile voices
Around messed
Lack of choices
Adjö, farväl och tack
The results came back
We had to open the ticking box
Replace the chicken pox
We are sorry to say
It's all slime and clay
From top to toe
You react too slow
There is something stuck in crania
But why such hurricania
In your chest?
Bless
Oh yes,
This does not look well at all
To be honest you are surprisingly tall
The spagettigus is way too long
It is hanging on a tread,
dingelli dong
Let's put you to bed
Your abnormalias is far too wide
We must increase that power glide
And implant the orange carotti
Turn up the Pavarotti

Shit loving flies

He was one of these loners with squinting eyes
Who said humanity is just shit loving flies
Up in his tower was harder to feel
His head was like fruit, too thick to peel
I am sorry for coming to town while sick
I know it's contagious being a dick
He said but we tasted the irony dripping
From his lips as if his mind was slipping
I am sorry for ruining your fiest
Honesty is such a dangerous beast
I am sorry for choking on my own bitter taste
I should swallow that vomit, don't let it waste
He laught a laugher with echoes of knifes
We listened but choked on our own french fries
He patted my back as he walked on by
When turning away he began to cry 

Dear professor

In the end of your class, you hand out a sheet
asking for feedback but expecting it sweet
I hunger for passive aggressive action
That feedback form will be a distraction
I wish to stand up tall and preach
Not about your inability to teach
But about your behaviour as old pink male
You - Blinded Brexit slave, humanistic fail
Slightly almost but not really sexist
Slightly almost but not really racist
Comments hidden in social tissues
Some hetero woman with social issues
Laughs at your jokes and hopes to get laid
Forgetting to ask to get better paid
So ye, professor, you dig your own grave
My feedback form is part of a wave
My feedback form is one of a kind
It´s words will drown your brainwashed mind
I get my chance on that pen paper stage
My clenched fist shakes, becomes written rage
Your suitcase and penis can´t hide your flaws
I find them, I throw them right in your paws
In a well folded sandwich of sour and sweet
Diplomatically modest but with precise beat
Wars might be subtile nowadays
But that´s how I play, right into YOUR FACE

I´d do yoga if I could win

I´d do yoga if I could win
She responded with a grin
Wiped her hands on a towel
After emptying her bowel

Aunt Astrid

Aunt Astrid is quick with the needles and pins

Especially when it comes to her brother’s twins

“Ted and Tom are such silly names”

She says and allows herself to play games

Aunt Astrid has always felt expired

She is what they call completely retired

“Being naughty is a full time work”

She says and laughs with yellow teeth

She says and calls her brother a jerk

While Ted and Tom listens beneath

Aunt Astrid grew up with her brother in Sweden

She describes it as a community Eden

Even if she left at the age

of three years old

She describes England as plague

and herself as bold

She screams “Our ancestors are wild!”

Ted and Tom crunches and feel mild

Stomach aches

When Astrid shakes

Her fist to the sky

To some power up high

And shouts “A viking, I am!”

And with a BAM

slams her beer back on the table

It rocks and looks far from stable.

Aunt Astrid says there is no bad weather

“Only bad kläder”

While sipping from a cup of rom

She forces Ted and Tom

To join her in a manic rain dance

It looks like some hypnotic trance

When her brother comes to pick them up

Astrid slurps from her cup

And says “These boys are such Brits!”

“It gives me the fits!”

“Aunt Astrid is a part of who we are

But I agree, she is truly bizarre.”

Their father whispers to his British wife

Who dreams of poking Astrid

with her pocket knife

Or perhaps pour some acid

Over her body and soul

Let Astrid boil in their Sunday casserole

Aunt Astrid´s Brother´s Wife is called Mary

She is polite, reserved and allergic to dairy

Mary knows what to wear and when to stay silent

Mary finds Astrid´s behaviour too violent

“I feel so alarmed

Ted and Tom will be harmed”

She tells her husband as she lifts off his coat

He seems to have something stuck in his throat

If I was bigger I wouldn´t care

Let me tell you something you already know
My eyes get itchy by your selfie flow

If I was bigger I wouldn´t care

I swear, I will grow out of this despair

Not follow, watching, stalking

Not spy on every step you´re walking

But the greedy fast food satisfaction

Of noticing your lack of decent action

Is such a guilty pleasure

A creamy, carb filled treasure

I am such a lazy witch

But I feel better watching you, bitch

You are a wind follower

A swallower

Of every other person´s thought

Of anything that can be bought

A copy cat with no real imagination

A new generation of this human nation

Really,

Ideally,

I shouldn´t throw rocks in this boat of glass

But it´s a great distraction from my own flaws

Really,

Ideally,

I should be turning down fake friends

Do a personality cleanse

But on the other side of that awaits

My only self with all its´ weights

Such empty silent mirror of critique

I rather put a fake kiss on your cheek

I kneel

I feel

A growing migraine from this nonsense

Our own integrity’s lacking consense

Frustration building up behind my wall

Right here underneath my left eye ball

I swear it will lead to stroke this time

My brain is full of snot and slime

Of my own addiction to what I know

Is just a cheap and empty reality show

A distraction from what we are

Too scared to look under our scars

Banging on that chest like king kong
Let me put it in a song
because it sounds better that way
I can't really tell if we're sad or gay

But we sure look awesome on that pic from last night

You can´t at all tell that we just had a drunk fight

And my words of wisdom that I found online

Got plenty of likes so who care´s it they´re really mine?
You'd be a great liar if we'd put you to trial
With a toothpaste commercial kind of smile
And your chabby chic quotes on your kitchen wall

It’s a wonder how stupidly your followers fall

Gasping after a pic of your meal

Like that's such a big freakin deal

You are the hidden part of me

And vice versa, can´t you see?

If a human body is falling

And no one hears her calling

This forest is an empty shell

A river drowning her in hell

Drag

Babe, You look fantastic
I can't tell the truth from plastic

Ace

Lend me your smile

Glued on my face

for a while

Close your eyes. Exhale

Let´s play "female"

Take it further than drag

Picasso art

Empty your designer bag

Watch your face depart

Try not choking

Master of illusion

Stop joking

Optical fusion

Shred the old and grow

Transformation to Monroe

Become a factured brand

White teeth, skin tanned

Accelerated grimmage

Promote this image

You created yourself

A doll on bedroom shelf
A female crutch

It didn´t cost you very much