Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2016
It's a good day to live, to die, to try and write
I might even say it's a good day to wonder
outside of Pandora's keyhole
but you'd think it was a euphemism,
an alchemy when in reality it's a truism
as real as this.

If you'd told me the secret
let me in on where you keep it
we could do away with injustice
as you do away, every day.

In Lancashire
which is where the cheese is from and
on some promenade or off on the side
they're going to frack

Westminster backed the money men
and now we're ******* in knots
so
tell me how local is local when London's
disloyal?

I'd ask a Royal
but there's never one about when
the **** hits the fan,
well
not since Princess Diana
but
that's another sad story.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
451
   Keith Wilson
Please log in to view and add comments on poems