Poo Corner – Issue 18

IT’S A LONG HARD CLICHE AHEAD

THOUGH I’M ALREADY THERE

THIS CURSED COALITION TORY LED

WITH A LIBERAL DOSE OF TURNCOAT UNFAIR

PRESSING FOR BLANKET PRIVATISATION

STEALING WHAT SHOULD BE PUBLIC WEALTH

SELLING ASSETS TO ANY OTHER NATION

UNDERMINING THE SO-CALLED NATION’S HEALTH

THE OPPORTUNISTIC RICH ARE YOUR SOCIAL BETTERS

BOUNCING BALLS AND SPINNING WHEELS WORKING HARD

COERCING YOU TO PERFECT YOUR FETTERS

 

STINGING STINGINESS NEWS

You can see the squirming of the rhetorician when talking of a bonus

For the proletarians who normally can say that such people only bone us

In thanks for the effort that next year isn’t enough and there a b on us

For even greater effort and deference and loyalty like a bee onus

To look after the queen bee without doubt and a pollen count bee on us

So that in the final analysis they don’t need to give any bonus.

 

TASTES LIKE LOVE

Our lips made our hands seem clumsy

The two cross sections of  soap bubbles

Meeting without

Bursting,

Merging

Adding one

Kaleidoscope

To another

Doubling intensity

And multiplying

The colours of possibility

 

LOVE LIGHT

A distant lit window in depths of an old-fashioned winter

Then darkness lays beyond the last house

Only a soft glint of snow hints at doubt

Yet consoles a heart already cold with reality

Memories like hot coals still persist and burn certainties into the blinding white drift

 

LAMP ENVY

How I envy lamp posts, mostly

So upright, so eco-friendly

Able to be outside at night

To shed light to ease people’s way

Amazing yet simple principles

A collective entity yet singular

Usually unnoticed yet essential

Aloof yet giving of brightness

Illuminating our fear of the dark

As a fear of ourselves and one another

An urban tree with electric candle

Sleek, tall and sometime handsome

A lamp post waits, patiently to be itself

A point of stillness amongst the panicked movement  for movement’s sake.

 

BEING YOUNG

Children used to find excitement under a tree

Now they are happier under a cloud

Believing in nothing but reality

Having faith in commerce box dreams

Doubly-thinking  dependently free

Working, out, a la the Turing shroud

That they are a numbered entity

Drowning themselves in online streams

like Ophelia mad at procrastination

Surfing past exhilarating peregrination

Ad nauseam

 

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