We stand on a precipice
thanks to petulance.
The country’s eminence
ruined by fecklessness.
We will stand alone
like an old crone
when our headstone
is carved in stone.
Tag: poetry
Concise Brexit
You are fucked.
I am fucked.
We are all fucked.
Woop!
Stressed
Life is complicated
mine is mostly slated.
I try my best
but end stressed.
Defer
“We must defer, the vote we’d lose.”
“We can’t win.”
So dies democracy. All a bruise.
War
We approach war
ignoring lore
to help offshore
our ill-got score.
The Government
They twist
they turn
nativist
and spurn.
To Deal Norway
Norway,
no way!Read More »
