What am I but air

Another breath

In an increasingly breathless world

Another sigh

In a whirlwind of exasperation 

Unheard against the halitosis 

of  political exhaling 

Dissipating under the hot breath

of false rhetoric 

And hot-air promises 

Soon to blow away 

Like the weary farts 

Of a backbench octogenarian 

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Song for politicians (wine & cheese update)

There's a...

Great view from my Ivory Tower

The window is frosted, but I still feel the power.

Got my...

Savile suite so I feel the part

But I like to pretend I got it straight from Primark

I feed my…

Flock through the magical lense

My sincere smile upon your telly transcends

And I'm…

Fully t...

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If you close your eyes

to the world outside,

will the fighting suddenly cease?

Will brother and sister

hold hands together

and build a new life of peace?

Does a person, born blind,

not hear the teeth grind

as disaster, from greed, is grown?

That because he can’t see,

thinks we're are all living free

and reaping the seeds we have sown?

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If you block...

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Poison vapours

etched in gloom.

Ghastly, void,

vacant, the guardian of

a chained black gate.

Never sleeping;

eyes, as heads,

unnumbered;

waiting for heroes

to seal their fate.

In legends torn

from clay cast bright

we may witness

fire and blades and bows;

such blood-fuelled spite.

Now all too real;

slowly shed,

the skin of time;

a...

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A silence fell upon the city,

contorted shadows twisting moonlight.

Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced

bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers

in an unforgiving wind.

The wretched odour of deprivation

a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.

Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap

and by night the vampires feast on th...

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I was prompted to dig this one out by reading the piece Lyn Dye posted about Bankers...

Now edited a little, which might cover some points raised in comments below  :-)

Deep recession brings depressions

Credit crunch too hard to munch

Should the banks take our possessions

When their brains were out to lunch

All their greed and daft lending ways

The blame belongs...

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Some politicians are like tarts,

No cash or cause refusable;

They'll fuck with anyone - hands on hearts,

No promise inexcusable.

Some politicians are like sluts,

Haggling near a station;

Hear them use those "ifs" and "buts"

To find accommodation.

Some politicians are like jades

Whose looks are going fast;

Making hay ere summer fades,

Its h...

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