Darkest Humour Poem by Danny Draper

Indulgent musing in the darkest of cynical fantastical,
Fiction contorted as perverse exaggeration and contradiction
held securely as a concept bound by,
'what if' or 'imagine if',
Never ever meant to escape
the theoretical containment of mirth or whim.

For all of those whom wanted to see
the notion of ridiculous germinate in the real world,
'to see how it turns out, '
your time has come.

Your time has come as it has throughout history
for all ideas of lunacy that escaped the confines of amusing whim
smashed by blinded anger and self satisfying laziness
to follow rather than lead and to accept
in ignorance without question or dissent.

For all whom just wanted change,
change you will get.
Fantastical darkest whim has escaped into reality
the contagion of ignorance and hate formed as an ego emperor.
Confusion to reign by lies and fantasy
undoing the good and safeguards
The works and progress of generations
Whom toiled upon the shoulders of giants.

To regress to no one knows where,
For the delusion of popularity and adoration,
to be what he believes this new reality to be.
Making the ephemeral permanent,
making trivial meaningful,
distracting the masses with incredulity and endless, mindless twittering.

The wisp of an idea is a pandemic,
freed from containment, once
checked by knowledge, love, care and truth,
they lie shattered the near its ruined vault.

The worlds of Fantasy and Reality have been melded.
The ludicrous and sensible coincide.
The disease of war and murder of progress,
form new darkness, heinous and amorphous,
ever changing, free of substance.

The contagion rules as fantastical ego
by whim and will of wisp emboldened by celebrity and fleeting fame,
raising the stakes to maintain position,
fuelled by the debris of smashed structures and traditions.

The ancients knew well.
The contagion has escaped many times before,
they've traded progress for regress,
backwards for forwards.

The cautious were vigilant
they've rebuilt as before,
mopped the blood, rebuilt from rubble,
Planted gardens on mass civilian graves
and build huge temples
to incise dead soldiers names,
shouldered the oppressed and poor,
while putting the genie back into its bottle
secure within Pandora's box.

For those whom just wanted,
'to see how it turns out',
'give an unknown a go',
In anger against arrogant establishment
and their complacency sublime,
and contrived political structures that
long ago abandoned people for power,
history knows and rewards your courage,
your foolhardy adventure into the unknown,
and offers up this cursed salutary advice,
'May you live in interesting times',
And may you remember another way
And maintain your sense of humour,
Should you be unscathed on the other side.

Danny Draper
3 February 2017