Blue Tinfoil Hats
Blue Tinfoil Hats
May 28, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
Our Enger-land Tory voters
chasing a dream,
Strawberry endowed privilege
topped with colonial cream.
Stiff lipped sarcasm,
argumentative clause,
their asinine seduction
could it give you pause?
They wear tinfoil hats
So obviously Blue,
and tip them to Etonians
its too mad to be true.
The casual conservative
with fl...
Saturday 13th February 2021 8:02 pm
Centrifuge of pain
Centrifuge of pain
July 22, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved.
Blighted by insanity
that dribbles in the void,
cleaves caveats limb from limb
attuned, attest, devoid.
Personality turned askew
a soul, hamstrung by toil,
once scribed into an anthem
abandoned, detest, recoil.
Tempestuous misalignment's
the centrifuge of pain,
destructive botheration's
Charybdis unfurled dis...
Saturday 13th February 2021 8:00 pm
Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent
Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent
January 14, 2021. © Mark, All rights reserved
Suggested limits
for foregone futures,
the virus adaption
of torn open sutures.
Partial containment
while our vulnerable vacate,
the vaccine dilemma,
for the fit to placate.
A lockdown series,
serious intention
twitching behind curtains,
turmoiled perception.
Removal of life
removal of...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:08 pm
Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate
Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate
November 20, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
Fallen fallen
so low are we,
as a vindictive little virus
chops down our tree.
The chomping chins
dribble out their spit,
a bigley death rate
says an orange twit.
The homogenised lambast
a terminal bent,
health is now
a simple monetised intent.
Vaccines stab at
our glimmered hope,
who's fir...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:05 pm
Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'
Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'
November 11, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
We didn't go and run away somewhere
just the way we should,
symptoms closer
faster than ever now,
leaking fevered intimate despair.
the grunting of that typical class
deafens the squealing of the sores,
the requiem of the virus boys
stifles the digested stagnant snores.
...
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:03 pm
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