“I don’t know,” she said.
Wisest thing she’d said all night
And quite a surprise.
AH NOW I SEE
What we dismiss as shit
(Beyond the bodily)
Is no more than something
That we don’t understand
Let us smile together then
As introvert to introvert
Observing all these others
Shake our heads in unison
Send forth wave on wave
Of compassion – if not quite
Waves of understanding
The latter being beyond us
Noting too that they saw fit
To castrate the apostrophe!!!
Arrogance? Guilty as charged
At least we’re working on it
JET PLANE WARBIRDS
Splitting our quiet skies
Oh when will you return home?
Be gone, fey daughters of mad Zeus
Be done with twirling your bloody fingers
Fondling their hard-won garlands demanded
And then – oh but of course – soon discarded
Gladiators meet, mete out death, make meat
Reborn as gliadioli – erect, sword-shaped
Leaves and spikes of flowers – overblown
In a superfluity of colour, so over fulsome
Be gone, be gone, we beseech thee
Leave us in peace, in peace
In blessed peace
Announced that all my poems
Were merely songs
She was ridden by demons so I
POTUS POOTS FORTH ANOTHER
“Wake up, Pop, you have to meet the press.”
“What is it this time? Why can’t I just tweet?”
“This Harvey thing’s too big. You have to meet.
And be careful not to look like you couldn’t care less.”
“Why don’t you go, Ivanka, in a slinky low-cut dress?
Distract ’em. Let your booty take the heat.”
“But you’ll be on TV, centre stage, comfy seat.”
“Well in that case … Oh no! Look! My hair’s a mess.”
Now he’s in make-up sat polishing his schtick
And figuring out ways he can stroll off with some big money.
“I’ll have him deported.” “I’ll make Mexico build a big wall.”
“I’ll nuke him.” “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
Trouble is while thousands are suffering yer bumpkin’s so thick
He thinks “this Harvey thing” is an invisible six-foot bunny.
NOTE Any prurient innuendo or double entendre is fully intentional.
WIELDING THE FORCE
Jobsworths* and Presidents
Share the same brazen* view
What’s the point of power
If you don’t abuse it?
*Jobsworth: a minor factotum whose only status comes from enforcing otherwise petty regulations.
*Brazen: Unrestrained by a sense of shame; rudely bold.
GAME, SET AND MATCH
Fear is the mind killer it’s said
But isn’t it as clear arrogance
(Its crooked by-blow offspring)
Is never lagging too far behind
She taught him this years ago
But sadly he failed to learn it
He taught her this years ago
But sadly she failed to learn it
To blame … teacher or pupil?
Or maybe it’s a double fault