I was taking a well-earned rest that extended a bit beyond what I intended. Thoroughly enjoying it too. Been to Spain and back again. Been over the border and back again. Trying desperately not to comment on the farce of British politics…I’ll say this and then I’m going back to R&R. I need it. Sorry I’ve not been into anyone’s sites – never thought I’d be so long absent from blogland. I daresay once I’ve replenished my oomph I’ll be back. Just had to let you know that we’re not all arses.
Thigh-high boots, leather corset
Whip hand cracks and snaps near ear
Ricochets, reverberations
Dominate, try to measure fear
Public school boys, petted puppies
Petulance, moral poverty
Bankrupt conscience, fixed agendas
Ambitious failures shed no tears
Tricks and lies that colour pages
Carrots, sticks and donkey rides
Asinine with self-absorption
Peek-a-boo, expose then hide
Decisions based on fear and fortunes
Games they play, monopoly
Snakes with ladders, swings and sliders
Risk and run mid jeers and cheers
Children all, without exception
Raised with silver spoons in arse
Rhetoric undemocratic
Bully boys, elected farce
Run the countries like a brothel
Prostitute the populace
Whip to frenzy, S&M games
Governance of world disgrace
Rules we live by
They dismiss
Changed mid-game
Really take the piss
House of cards
With loaded dice
None virtuous
We’re held by vice
Tokens, tickets
Buy your pass
Swallow mouthfuls
While they laugh
Independence, vows they promised
All exposed as project fear
Truth lay shackled, cuffed, spreadeagled
Cats with nine tails cost us dear
Domination detrimental
Determination, never more
Sneering snobs, robotic gargoyles
Time to even up the score
Keep your mind games, carnival
The whole shebang, corrupt cabal
I’ll take freedom with vanilla
Straight talking Scots with evidence
Let the whorehouse knaves all tumble
While they scrap and flaunt and flounce
In disarray and deep division
Casting lots to ferment hate
Queuing up to take the whip hand
Welcome to Westminstergate
Masochists, sadistic pleasures
Name your game, they’re all for sale
Ignore the world that heaves in turmoil
Pimp your ride while people wail
What we’ve come to, what a mess
But, hey ho, folks, it’s all illusion
Games they play while they undress
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