Being Big Brother Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I hate to be fatalistic
but it’s a bit Stalinistic.

Not only do I feel like Trotsky
being airbrushed out of history

but I’m just waiting for the ice pick
in the head.

I can live with the fact that
what we had is dead

but find it difficult to deal with
the fact that facts are changed

according to a whim
or how you want to remember them.

It’s a bit Orwellian!

Ah well, it’s 1984
& I live on ANIMAL FARM
& Big Sister
is writing...re-writing the History Book.

I guess, when you’re f***ed
...you’re f**ked.