Now We Are Sick
By Ewan
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And after all the playground politics,
and Pooh against Piglet puerile memes,
we are less grown up than we thought it seems.
The roundheads were cavalier with the truth:
the cavaliers’ heads were in the clouds.
Bert and Bill and Ted and Tommy,
Letisha and Kylie and Sharon and ‘Shell
tell us that they read the Sun
one paper that they could believe
even as they read its lies.
Lies, what lies were told on my behalf!
Laugh? I nearly bought a round,
found myself on a losing side,
cried, (a bit - too old for all that modern stuff)
enough emotion has been spent,
sent by post or crossed in boxes live on tv,
we ripped ourselves apart,
heart on sleeve and brain in neutral.
And after all the playground politics,
and the Dave against Boris merry-go-round,
we deserve the Jerusalem we have found.
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Indeed. Our political
Indeed. Our political discourse reduced to a game of Pooh sticks. Mad times. Good poem.
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I feel your pain, Ewan. I
I feel your pain, Ewan. I dread what might happen here in November. Yikes!
Rich
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