Dada Is My Name

Virus is my name Virus is my name, I know I’m unwanted but that will not stop me from entering. I’m everywhere, I have innumerable families and friends, I thrive inside bodies, I reproduce quickly, I enjoy attacking cells and spread quickly. I’m mostly harmless but can make you sick, I can even kill hosts without meaning. I have so many hosts who never give me permission but I have no other way of surviving. So tiny you can’t even see me But you better believe that you’ll FEEL ME! If you want a great tip I’d wash your hands of me Soap I do hate, it can destroy me. Why do I tell you all this? Because I don’t have a brain, I don’t have a consciousness, I don’t care because I can’t care and obviously I don’t deal in words 😊 The elephant in the pandemic room is that… Corona currently dominates my family, getting much attention and fear. Truthfully, I think he’s gone too far, and I look forward when they trap him, resist him. Bu...

Sun is my name Sun is my name, see me everywhere , especially when my BFF, AKA Moon , can’t be seen. I’m full of brightness and light, showing everyone the way, warming your bodies so you live. You can’t do without me, all of you crave me, but don’t look too long at me or I’ll blind you. I enhance every scene, beaches feed off me, Here Comes The Sun sang The Beatles. Sometimes the clouds become covetous, jealous, and temporarily cover or smother me but I easily break free because I’m powerful. Bushfire smoke is much worse, restricting for days or many weeks my magnificent reachhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but again I fight back and come brightly. Sometimes I get angry and burn your thin skins, causing much damage, but don’t blame me if you ain’t covered. I’ll make you hot , make you sweat , make you want to take off your clothes, Sun is my name, lie down, close your eyes, and enjoy me!

Wrong is my name Wrong is my name, they tell me I’m always, sometimes I even believe them – not really! I’m joyful in being, although I get angry, I get nihilistic and wish that I wasn’t. They call out my name when they don’t like what I say, we can never agree, so they yell out my name and get louder. I say my name to them, which angers them more, they slam thick wooden doors, doors I have graffitied with large dark red crosses, ‘expressing my self’ like a cliché. When people think I’ve gone too far, they’ll tell me about it, but I usually ignore their vices expressed as their virtues. I answer many questions, they all call out “you’re Wrong!” with which I reply, “of course I am you stupid morons, Wrong is my name, nice to delete you!

Despair is my name Despair is my name, I’m in many minds, I’ve been everywhere there’s thinking people (I could have said much worse, ‘thinking’ may be generous) Hopelessness, Distress, Anguish and Gloom, all attach to me, being close friends. Melancholy is my ‘Bestie’, we both tease and laugh at Happiness and Cheer, then have a few beers to feel worse. You won’t find me on posters, more likely to find me in dumps, or down and out in Paris with Orwell. “Don’t Despair” is the way they warn of and off me, but it’s hard not to be me in this world of suffering, which the Buddhists will tell you, although no need to be me, you, or her, it’s an illusion

Bag is my name Bag is my name, you can put things inside me, carry me around or just hang me. I come plastic or canvas, cloth or synthetic, cotton or wool, etcetera or etcetera   I’m here to remain, although… I’m now made to be biodegradable. Thank goodness for that, living for thousands of years can be challenging. I can also be paper, brown I like best, to hide all your great naughty things! I can be tattooed with many different words and fine patterns, but mostly I’m branded so you buy things. My name can be abused when ‘old’ is fixed to my front and on a totally different note… I’m useful in airports where they nickname me ‘Luggage’ and charge people according to my weight. I’m beautifully useful, or useless, especially when I’m empty, which is a good time to sit and relax. People can’t keep their hands off of me, I’m in high demand, Bag is My Name, Come and Fill Me!

Fence is my name Fence is my name, I’ll get up to greet you, or instead I’ll surround you with wood. People put me up, knock me down, paint me different colours, write obscenities on my chest, like to tag me with spray, punch holes through my body, occasionally for glory, nail me and screw me, fasten my core, play me as sport at an Olympics. Make me HIGH, make me low, separate from existence, but mostly separate me from my neighbour. I’m mostly hard, sometimes soft, if left long I might rot, Fence is my name, Let me divide and surround you!

Music is my name Music is my name, I’m better than my big brother Sound , of course, don’t let him hear me say that. I am huge, I am many, multiple ways, numerous instruments play with me. Beethoven’s a lover, my mistress is Prince, my most recent girlfriend’s name is Alanis Morissette. A group can play with me so well, harmonising my beauty with their great energies. Some of my nicknames are Classic, Rock, Pop,  Country & Western,  Heavy Metal, Jazz, Grunge, and Folk. Nearly everyone in the world embraces me, gets moved by my force, sings my great name, Welcome, I’m Music, Come Hear Me! Now time for my anti-dada moment that I share with all my named friends… This is the Hoodie I wear, the dream I see on my wall: https://teespring.com/en-GB/make-music-now