Wednesday, 13 December 2017


Seen as only superior,
On the exterior,
They tried to break
A butterfly
Chair sitter,
On the wheel
Of Wapping lies.

Infamy, infamy,
Who’s on who’s knees?
Kohl black headlines,
Spray set daily.
Trialed lies from
Beaks crossed,
Before the beak.

Just a cigarette
And a cup o’ tea,
Naively, for she,
As the men that be
Oath swore and
Sword fell, typically
Not honourably

As a guide for the social
And sexual divide,
When another man of power,
To not sully and save pride,
Would deny profusely,
As Mandy said:
“Well he would, wouldn’t he?”

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