The Thai redshirts (unedited/unfinished)

Lese Majeste

Lord, god, king and country,
when one is not just,
all are corrupt.

It is from your vile corruption
that I want my freedom!!!
Will you deny me?

Your army feasts on my carcass,
and picks at my wounds.
My lifeblood nourishes its rotten flesh,
but when I fight back I am the terrorist.

It doesn't matter how you see it.
Your false perception is irrelevant because the truth will eventually blow it away.
I have bigger concerns.
I have bigger fears.


The men with guns will come,
And with the hubris of our almighty sovereign
They will wipe away my discontent,
And my patriotism will stain my shirt red.

The most successful of ants

I looked down when I was on the mountain top
And I saw the ants go scurrying by.
Tiny as they were they thought themselves huge
But they didn’t take long to die.

They scrutinized every move they made,
Those self important sots.
They busted their asses and never got laid,
Preferring to play their dreary little lots.


And so they marched in their little lines
And I watched them go on and on,
And They ate every thing around them,
Until all their food was gone.


They ignored every good thing that couldn’t be consumed,
Preferring to eat and eat and eat.
The last of them starved to death near some lovely new houses,
On top of the giant dead ant heap.