The Bogeyman is a common allusion to a mythical creature in many cultures used by adults or older children to frighten bad children into good behaviour.


The mansion tax is a way of telling people that they need to redistribute their wealth as they have to much; either through luck or greed, if you own a £2 million house you can afford it – there are people who don’t have anywhere to live.

They are both ways of telling those who know no better that there practices should change. The rich should be careful when they close there eyes as the Bogeyman WILL get them. Right is right because it is right not because Politicians/law/religion/ parents/school/social media/friends* say it is!

* apply whatever

Cheryl is quaking as we speak.
In the desolate depths of a perilous place
the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.
Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair
for he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
He skulks in the shadows, relentless and wild
in his search for a tender, delectable child.
With his steely sharp claws and his slavering jaws
oh he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
Many have entered his dreary domain
but not even one has been heard from again.
They no doubt made a feast for the butchering beast
and he’s waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
In that sulphurous, sunless and sinister place
he’ll crumple your bones in his bogey embrace.
Never never go near if you hold your life dear,
for oh! . . . what he’ll do . . . when he gets you!

Text © 1976 Jack Prelutsky. Used without Permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

To Be Kind………Viva L’anarchie.