#tory
I’m Cameron, call me Dave,
Power I do crave.
I’ll tell any story
To con you into voting Tory.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
It’s not a lie to bring them inside
and pretend spring
with central heating
drying sad eyes and itching skin
at least they offer a semblance
of a truth balefully missed
though the distant future
still promises such
current hands are hamfisted
in the art of wish fulfilment
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
The kind of day that urges you to observe.
Learn what time-kissed Victorian bricks exist,
drink and reminisce above the high street.
Soar for a while, before hooked back to ground.
Our Member of Parliament is storming down
that beloved stretch of patterned cement.
Stand fully charged, a magnet waiting for contact.
Lenses in my sockets analyse wicked entourage,
while my options flick through a rolodex of responses.
An influx of questions, injustice and inquiries. Like
all those stories stuck in permanent sun dawn,
meaning there's always hope but never warmth.
Polished black shoes now by the ironic news-
agents. I contemplate resorting to expletives
but fear the irrelevance of a rampaging elephant.
Among the fantasy fireworks, my sparkler drowns.
A rebellious town resident repelled without glance.
Reduced to the blue rosette on that expensive lapel.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC