A new personal experience - The Unemployment Queue.
Two days ago I had joined the Unemployment Queue. I had been putting it off trying to navigate the quagmire online with no success.
After a long wait, people begin to talk to one another. I had a nice chat with a woman behind me and occasionally the line would cheer when one person would get to go in the office. It was a long wait but ended up not as long as we all thought when the queue didn't move for half an hour (75 mins in the end).
Of course, there was the inevitable queue jumper. This woman tried it on and couldn't believe that I would not let her in. She was entitled and selfish. Unbelievable.
That night I wrote the poem below.
A Burgeoning Bonfire
Alone in the queue There’s them And then there’s you Everyone is a potential enemy Easily disarmed By an amusing sentence And speared through By a kind word. How swiftly They can belong to you And you to them With an eye to Recruitment. Misery may love company But sure as hell can’t keep it Nothing feeds the fire More than the warmth Of freshly made Solidarity. Anthony J. Langford 15.4.20
Revolution through Re-creation
(below is the post I planned for this week before my experience above, written in 2018)
A singular viewpoint
Will see me unstuck
Judged, condemned n' quartered.
As it would anyone
Outside the current (2018) vocal
Anti-white straight male brigade.
How narrow their focus
How overblown their protests.
It’s not new
And long been amusing to me
Except meeting very
Who have swallowed the hook with the best
Oblivious to the pain
And status of the snared.
I would have been a potential stat too
Had I been of a certain age
Is for the experienced
And Rebellion is for Youth.
Sell an idea as an injustice
And you create revolution
How easy to manipulate.
I should have done it years ago.