I am acutely aware
that this government out there
won't share with us
don't care for us
and
that's their loss.

We can cross the road
vote for the other lot,
X marks their spot
but it doesn't bode well,
the others are just snails
crawling in and out
of the shell.

I smell the same after shave on
all politicians who stand and profess
that they'll save us,
they gave me sod all except a
stink in my nostrils and the need to
take more of the little blue pills.

It's not my future they're taking,
it's yours.
They are closing the doors on ambition
putting up barriers,
we,
should petition the Queen.
but
she's seen it all before and her door is
shut tight.

In this night of a thousand glares
she sits on her throne and stares at the clock
while we
in our madness,
pick up a rock
and throw.