Can you shit flowers?

I haven’t been sleeping in a while. I turn into a cranky bastard when i have no sleep. Fortunately my social life is zero so no one apart from the plants in me flat can hear me swearing. This morning they curled up after the expletives of frustration erupted from me as I read the articles below.I am in despair at the bullshit going on under the worlds eyes. Idiots from both sides firing rockets. In four days two Israeli soldiers and 96 Palestinians killed, half of them civilians and children included. The UN and Ban Ki-Moon officially condemns Israel’s excessive use of force. The US government regrets the loss of life but says ‘There is a clear distinction between terrorist rocket attacks that target civilians and action in self defence”. Mmmm who should we go with the Un or the US? And the fucked up dance continues. Then i read the article in the Guardian about Palestinians being obstructed from receiving medical treatment and left to die. My blood boils. It is the same story my sister told me after returning from Palestine. Meanwhile the world keeps it’s mouth shut and looks nervously about for a carpet to sweep everything under. So i read on and come to the coverage of the bodies being found in a children’s home in Jersey and the systemic abuse and torture that took place. You ask yourself how could it have continued for so long? Because people kept their mouth shut, the same as they did here in Ireland with the MagdeleneLaundries and children’s homes and systemic abuse and coverup by the church. People scared to speak out because it would make them stand out against the silence. So here I am typing into the digital ether…And i wonder why i cannot write a pop song. Someone came up to me after a show once, really pissed off that i didn’t have any happy songs and told me that i should throw away the songs i have and only write happy songs. I asked her if she could shit flowers.