(20 minute poetry)


There's more to this than greets the eye
meeting strangers passing by all asking
why?

don't ask me
I wouldn't know
I wash dishes
in Soho.

Here is where we are and like it or not it's a 'far better place' at this funereal pace
on a warm day in June

soon or as soon as the chickens come home to roost
we might get that financial boost that Cameron (now gone) was bangin' on about.

Let's go forward through hail and shine into this wonderful isle
I call mine

and mine's a large spiced ***

(gotta be shipshape when the pirates come)
and come they will

'King of the hill?'
but
not for much longer.