Poem – Dry Blue Hypocritical Tears :

Rotund older man who stands by the end of the bar
Making small talk with the girls who try and avoid him.
He wants all of the Conservative politicians hung from the trees
Around the Houses of Parliament.
“That is all those animals deserve!”
He says, every night after four and a half pints,
Drunk from his shiny copper mug.
So, I was interested to see what he would say
When one MP had been slain as he had pleaded for.
But now, “A valued man has been lost”
He says, no longer believing his own hype.
I laugh and he looks at me sternly,
“Death is no laughing matter, young man.”
I drink my sixth and shake his hand,
He’s too far gone to understand.

[kofi]

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