But what if, like me, you live on the top floor And the tower block lift doesn’t work anymore? And all you can find is a small plastic bucket? Six flights of stairs and then nowhere to chuck it?
Category: Poem
The Trumpkin Orc
We’d failed to see how deep it went: Dark magic’s creeping discontent.
The demise of King Trumpkin
They called it strength, but they were wrong.Self-love is weak – it can’t be strong.This narcissistic Trump’s one whim:That all of us should worship him. There’s only some truth in this viewIf ever we believe him too. A home-grown abominationSelfish king, deluded nation.Behind the throne, a selfish sect,Not drawn by love, nor intellect,They’re driven by [...]
Boris’ boat
With U-turn after U-turn Boris soon got lost He wished that Dom had told him true How much this thing would cost
Crinkles
I wish that you could see yourself
The way that I see you
When you’re smiling at me;
You’re beautiful.
It’s true.
