"sympathiser" poems
Taking dinner from your litter
not a drifter seeking shelter
an organiser
sympathiser
Hero of the oppressed
the distressed
While millions wait in hunger
shipwrecked
poverty entrenched
capitalism unchecked
Does it make you wonder
if your contempt
for the dumpster diver
is justified?
Use the planet
for your plunder
it is a little ******
your appetiser
could quench the hunger
of a village over winter
Does it upset you to accept
your excuses
are inept?
The diver of the dumpster
is an enigma
a free thinker
challenging you
with counterculture
to wake from your slumber
reject
excess
redress
Food injustice
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Vote Corbyn,
Let's make him win,
He's the man for the job,
We don't want the Tory snob
To sell off our NHS, she's not fit to negotiate any deal for Brexit,
We need her to exit
Number ten,
She's lying again,
Corbyn has planned the budget for the labour manifesto,
Yet on this, May is still being slow,
She says she's strong and stable,
Yet we are able
To see she's actually weak and wobbly,
The opposite of what she claims to be,
She wasn't going to call a snap election,
Again she's gone in the opposite direction,
Corbyn wants to make a brighter future for all,
He doesn't want any of us to fall,
He cares for the homeless, he wants to abolish tuition fees,
This is what our country needs,
He's a terrorist sympathiser I hear you say,
Yet for May to sell weapons to Saudi is perfectly okay?
He's explained himself and answered all questions given,
He's a man who is very driven,
She's Tory through and through,
For the elite and few,
She's all for bringing back the barbaric act, she likes to fox hunt,
I, alongside many others, think she's a ****
Corbyn is down to earth, a friendly man,
Many say they don't think he can
Run this country too well,
I think I'd rather have him do his best than be in a land of Tory hell,
He'll do us well,
He'll do us proud,
I'm a Corbyn supporter
And I'll shout it loud.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
Blue shirt
I can’t trust a boy like you.
Sectarian sympathiser,
driving brothers apart.
I see a glint in your eye
whenever I
lean in for the unanswered kiss
self-assuredness is your favourite
amuse bouche. Nice with a fine wine
tastes a little like shellfish.
Picpoul de Pinet
for a girl that’s hardy on the outside.
Just when I am starting to turn
purple on the lips
you breathe air into me
and hide again.
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Believe me,
there’s red in these veins
and flames in my lungs.
Your eyes
eye me up, river blue.
Chip fat and *** smoke
make out for a foul cloud but
girl, you’re the pearl of the night.
Your mouth is the glossy phone
I should answer,
wanting love on a tongue
like a pillow of wine.
When you grip my shirt,
expect to connect, I end up
pouring out puddles of nothing,
your lips apart like violets.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
. W A R N I N G.
WARNING.
warning.
Santa Klaus is a *********
who goes into children’s rooms
after dark, while Rudolf, a ****
sympathiser, metaphorically
promotes, Khmer Rouge,
plus The Red Brigade,
as he waits in the snow with
a Rufous nose collecting Cox’s,
from insomniacs, the homeless,
and
Domatophobiacs!
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC