Put it

It may be a million strong
on the streets of London
with four million more
signing in their absence
across a petition -it will
never be let to speak
because The Deaf
are in charge of your future
and we The Muted are too loud
for them to bear with open
windows up Downing Street

Despair

There’s bull in the china shop
and bullshit in the air –
there’s a crash of metaphors
as Britain despairs –

Parliament’s members
throw stones in the house –
whilst Farage smirks broadly
as they bring home his cows –

Johnson – in his jodhpurs –
readies his horse –
the reins will be passed
under Brexit’s hard fall


Dear Nanny

Dear Nanny

You taught me so
very much – like
the fact that the plebs
are far too rough –
‘..Only to be touched
during buggery ..
and then wear a rubber
to avoid disease..’
My dark heart is decorated
like our attic room –
where you taught me love –
Oh! I miss your bosom
Now I have buggered
all of those Prols-
with eloquent speeches
off my fountain pen’s furl –
I have time enough left –
[and plenty of spunk] –
to replenish our love
and become as one
Your loving ‘son’ –
Jacob x

Hyde Road, Manchester

Malpas Street was assailed
in a sustained assault –
once the Neo-Liberals
took this city and the port

The remaining red terraces
of parallel-lived lives
then flattened by politics –
sold short by Tory lies

The bus rolls so slowly
over holes in Hyde Road –
then past the brick islands
of bust industrial gods

Near the church of football
I pass grim social housing –
No one wipes their doorstep –
we only swipe our devices


E150119

 

 

Bus-olitics

Tories on Twitter
are all in the shit,
now split asunder
over Brexit,
their leader limping,
with one stood waiting
(sent overseas,
but now agitating),
then another appears
denying this news,
like crap omnibuses
they turn up in twos.