she was crooked and dumb
and as strange as they come
which makes up a politician.
She ran hard and she cried there, on stage,
and at home she’d fly into a rage,
though she couldn’t care less
after Bill did confess
and she knew it would falter with age.
And I ask you how this sour fruit
who is neither too bright nor too cute,
as commander-in-chief
but covertly a thief
take possession of all of the loot.
You sat out in the courtyardbandana and a frown.I must admit deception‘I learn ze English, yes? ‘You dropped your Yeats and giggledI loved you, I confess.We sat in that old Lincolnon dimly lit black streetsyou did undo my buttonsthere on the bucket seats.I was a clumsy studentof flesh anatomy.Hands on was mandatoryfor you and, now,…
A litre can,sealed at one endshe looked so nice.Her wordswere uttered now,with sadand downcast eyes.‘We need much moneyto help the poor,downtrodden,not their fault,the children diethey have no foodno water, only flies.’There are so many,millions really,they hardly eatbut always breedone wonders,skies are blackthey block the sunbut rest at nightand polish little wings.She had some photos,colour shotsof…
we seldom really get enoughall else is hyperbole.The people with the highest scorethey live by far the longestand at the risk that I will borethose who believe the strongestthat this strange waxy substance woulddo damage to ourselvesbut ask yourself just why it should,read books on lofty shelves.The theory was one big horse,the biggest of them…
And Kellogg’s Cornflakes and the hot dog full of nitrates,and aspartame from Montesano, that is us.We have it all, you stupid people from the old life,we have surpassed you, do not need you any more.With our weapons of not mass but plain destructionwe rule your world and owe you nothing in return.Oh, yes we learned…
of what has bled this country dryby looking earnest, aiming highare scheming how to fool the folksbut chances are the geezer croaksand, naturally, she steps inwhile wearing nothing but a grin.Behind the scenes, there’s panic nowthey ask each other, what and howcan be created to derailthe Kenyan Muslim, he must fail,nursed in the living room…
they could care to be fairor to properly shareall that’s left is a gallic ole stench.
