There shall be no account without denial.
No dead reckoning but three-word waiver,
nor scrutiny by a non-believer.
No washed-up refugee not put to trial.
No profit squeezing while welfare’s frozen.
No donor cronies left disappointed,
nor cut-glass accent not been moulded,
nor mob rule – only the few get chosen.
And should you think this regime cruel and crude
and find yourself in search of reverse gear,
don’t go wondering why everyone colludes –
the future is better when lived in fear.
Wear a hard hat, put on hi-vis grandeur.
Stake your claim: what’s the price of being poor?
ii. 2022
From a workshop prompt. Was revisiting 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' and fancied that Boris Johnson could look like Werner Krauss in a few years time. He's certainly director of our asylum right now. Decided work within set forms and see where end rhymes could take me - rather a soulless exercise if I'm honest, but good practice.
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