Tipping Points

Here is paralysim’s circus show –
of trotting saddle-stiff gits – let’s
sit & peer [but not forget our FB

friends] – here – whipping riders
above us – lofty rein-pullers/ No –
it matters [their tongues strip at-

&-lash as loose as far-right thugs]
Our Elizabeth R rides through her
grounds – us plebs place Her M on

Instagram [#Queen] – Please post
& share HM on your timeline – it is
a recall of an Empire’s crush of life

A pitiful man tips into dead water
but doesn’t drown – iron men will
dross [some ore will bleed to red]

Rubicund stains are inequal over
every cast tyrant/ Please – do not
erect a bronze of her racist Philip

Rey Muerto

Your Queen is dead –
Long live your King
until you shove him
on your guillotine’s
carved collar where
he’ll nod off – upon
love’s scythed arm –
it will be his dreamt
moment of demise –
not quite enough to
still torments [but it
was built to behead
without a quagmire
of blood & plaining –
a quite polite death]
Charles coughs into
his plucked ‘kerchief
as his butler exhales
to stall Covid’s creep


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Still Standing

Corbyn didn’t drop before the Queen,
I stand too, with my political lean.

Immigrant Windsors on working credits,
deny them all their state benefits.

Which Tory is pleased to go and kneel,
before any other ‘low-born’ schlemiel*?

I suggest we bow down before the poor,
turn our backs now on the hereditary whore:

The Queen is dead, so long live the unclean,
my republican views, are they still so obscene?

*Slang: A habitual bungler; a dolt.