12. May, 2018


Poems and Painting by PaulRoss

The Bogy Man

Election have a bogy man, tis’ true
A policy of fear, a prophecy declared,
No crystal balls for- telling me and you,
Treat PM’s questions like a bloody zoo.

We teeter there upon the edge of scorn,
Tolerate their theft and lies and Porn,
Then they piss down our neck,
Claim it’s them that’s getting Wet,
Whip the donkey and deny the vet and corn.

Is there something wrong with me?
Just how crazy can folk be?
I read this morning,
Of a tory weapon testing glee
It set light unto the air,
Without a sodding care,
All to do, with vile Chemistry

A Social seduction, an ethical construction,
Of course not covered by the BBC,

“No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin. Aneurin Bevan”

The British Ministry of Defence seemingly on accident revealed for the first time that they are unloading horrifyingly inhumane weapons out of drones onto the people…