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Margaret III

MARGARET III

Someone once
(pontificating)
Announced that all my poems
Were merely songs

But then
She was ridden by demons so I
(mostly)
forgave her

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POTUS Poots Forth Another

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.

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NOTE Any prurient innuendo or double entendre is fully intentional.

 

USA USA USA You Were Saying?

USA USA USA YOU WERE SAYING?

These self-appointed slick lords
Never as cool as they’d like
Foreverly seeking applause

In the forever even dragons
Left entertaining archons
Have demons of their own

Riding the American nightmare
Jet and ivory – non consensual
The wizard is behind your eyes

In the absence of actual presence
The child imagines companions
Drums up sugar plum fairies or …

Pays for encore after encore
Ends up head in a basket
Soul sold to the soulless

Carries on, on and on resonating
Aleatorically, unapologetically
Their cross to bear

Overreach

OVERREACH

A single hand clap
Intended to rouse the world
Just startled the cat

Wielding The Force (A Four By Six)

WIELDING THE FORCE

Jobsworths* and Presidents
Share the same brazen* view
What’s the point of power
If you don’t abuse it?

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*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

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

Lost Souls (A Four By Six)

LOST SOULS

You find them everywhere
Ignorant, arrogant
Deadly combination
Take care you don’t join them

Talking Shit (A Four By Six)

TALKING SHIT

Insoluble fibre
Bulking the verbiage
Promotes movement of waste
In the discursive tract

Mule Head

Shithead

MULE HEAD

Don’t care if I’m wrong
To me it’s more important
To be consistent

(And can’t even tie a decent Windsor!)

Jet Plane Warbirds

JET PLANE WARBIRDS

Noisomely loudly
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

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