Despair on fiscal policy
Trickle down, my arse...
quite literally...
Trickle away, more like...
Up some wall
Or down some leg
or if you'd like it more poetic
ebbing away on a foreign beach
Some 'haven' in the sun...
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Lovely pissy poem so apt after all the shit running down our rivers into the sea while the fat cats lick the cream
Thanks Stephen. I think this must be the first political poem I have EVER done as by and large I don't like the genre. These are desperately bad times though and I needed to spit my dummy out.
John Coopey, that's a shame. Can't you bring Gert with you?
I think the poetic angle is favourite, Isobel. Cayman Islands, anyone?
Nice to hear from you again, Isobel. It’s a nice thought (Oct 9 not the leg piss) but I suspect I won’t get a pass-out from The Boss.
😂 me with piss running down my leg? What you up to on 9th October? I'm compering at the Marsden WOL jam and that's probably not far for you.
I recently thought of you when I was in Haworth. There was a sign post to Penistone and I had visions of you limbering up...
You've done it now, Izzy. It's an image I can't get out of my mind!
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Isobel
Thu 28th Sep 2023 20:03
Thanks Chris.
Yes we've been well and truly shafted by this government. I might have considered retiring now if they hadn't ruined the economy and decimated everyone's pension pots.
On a happier note, it's lovelt to hear from you. I hope you and yours are well. Give my love to John. It would be good to see you around some time.
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