Politipping
money changers
and common market breakers –
alternative votes
the colour of a slightly
used banana skins
Tree Frog Tears
Filed under Poetry, Tanka | Comment (0)my throat is dry
from hearing the croak of
Nima’s tree frog
talk Mister President
our tears become rain
Insider
Behind every democracy,
one that’s dodgy or great
there lies an evil dictator,
zipping his fly and
kissing your vote away
with soft salty lips.
As she adjusts his tie,
she whispers your fate
to the smiling front man.
Ruling Classes
Ah it’s Percy’s yeoman of the guard.
First we’ll sit, take wine and cake
then lets hear his latest jape.
Now, speak up man what’s amiss?
Well my Lord, the prince is very troubled
He went to town and found it far from pleasant.
The people have not what they need
serving only three courses and cold mead.
so grim in fact, that he says they are revolting.