Morte a Venezia

A driven route without tarmac, re-laid by each warming tide through that visited stilt-city of floods marks and high arts, where a man can drown, whilst thrown racist weights and life aids: "He is stupid," as recorded. "He wants to die," they cried. Pateh Sabally, not a Venetian, was left to drown.

The Doppelgänger

St Theresa sat on Trump's stiff knee, to him she was a limey Queen, but in her head she's Thatcher's clone: 'This dame's my idea of a woman I'd bone!' Perhaps the future's perfect couple, they both agree to cause less trouble. Hand-in-hand, off they go, but he'll dump her soon in Guantanamo.