On the evolutionary scale
we're still picking off the ticks
from our prehensile tail
but oh, how we preen
and
look about to see who
might have seen us.

Singing
it's a long way to meet Queen Mary
it's a long way to Rome
Tipperary's just a pipe dream
I may as well stay home.

That'll not make the charts
chanted the group of old farts
who were all
sat on the seats reserved for the elderly
but
I don't expect thanks from that troupe
of ancient cranks,

I live in a world of my own.

What I should have done is put a round of potatoes in my spud gun and gone on a rampage and done some damage, but pacifism rules and my 'peacemaker' stayed in the holster.

Or it could be that I no longer care about tax hikes, electric cars and  electric bikes, the state of the economy, the way that they go on at me, do this, be that, take off your hat in church, yeah right! sit on your perch and who's a pretty boy? I want to scream out Floyd and pop the machine gun but those days too are gone, Capone's in the government, Kelly's still at war, Bonnie and Clyde have been taken for a ride and we won't see them anymore,

on the plus side?
and here I have to think

nope
I'll get back to you on that.

coffee.

Well, we all could be sat in the Vatican
eating haddock and chips from the pan again
but we're here again ******* on straws
the old ****** from an older Babylon

carry me on the shoulders of Christ
or cart me off with the horse.

Jeez it's Friday night in the township
ain't nobody hip anymore?

The previous maladministration was probably better than the present one,
adjustments have been made for flexibility in producing more waste and increasing poverty whilst inducing mass psychosis, not forgetting the unforgotten but countless
homeless,

so
how's it going for you?

please note:
it wasn't Covid that killed us,
it was being dragged through the streets like lepers while you were being told we were contagious,

outrageous?
so is everything these days.

A witness
witless
shifty eyes
and shirtless

recognised anyone yet?

but
not because I spotted him
or took a shot at him
that's just fake news.

******* emanates
from every
radio wave that permeates
the morning air

so glad I'm here
and not there
wherever there may be.

Still the witness
sat in the Oval
looking Gormless,
what
states we get into.

On the Island of Yesterday
not yet grey or foreboding.

Therapy.
some need it
like me

you
never did.

you hid behind
the mask of eyes
that stared

I never dared to

and what did it do
but make me the poorer,
dissecting
the thoughts of each day
each getting in the way
of
more thoughts to
dissect,

and cut away
to a Summer
when I was younger
and strong

now I struggle to
get along
still with the thoughts
that appear and dissolve.

I am a world that revolves
around a colder sun.