As complex as simple is.
Choc’late digestives,
So lovely dipped in my tea.
Can’t stop eating them.
Don’t drop them in now,
It will sink to the bottom,
And ruin the fun.
So break them in half,
And dunk them into hot tea,
They taste very good.
An emergency,
Grips the States as Bum Hole speaks
Building walls he says,
5 Billion bucks
Undefined budget it is.
For some kind of wall.
A beautiful wall,
So tall, plain, boring big wall,
Blighting the landscape.
Got up late today
And 9 am came early.
Need to have some rest.
It has been busy
At work, the pressure is on.
Ploughing through it though.
Will I write this book?
I think I shall, day by day.
But will it be good?
I think some pictures,
Will be needed to help it.
I’ve some ideas.
Greasy Grey please stop.
Stop this sick twisted non-sense.
Keep us united.
Your party’s over
Hand in your party dress now
That’s the naked truth.
Politic changing
Out go all the idiots
There is NO, “Well done!”
Another day dawns bright
Spilling mornings golden light.
Right across the land.
She’s licking her wounds,
Greasy Grey down forty-five,
Loses the vote today.
I’m sick of Brexit,
A big miserable mistake,
Such uncertainty.
The time is ticking,
Will it happen, will it not?
It shouldn’t happen!
I can’t think to write,
I am struggling with ideas,
I have to dig deep.
Love guitar music,
And Django Reinhardt’s
“Minor Swing”, my thing.
It’s Valentines day
Best buy a card and flowers,
Maybe dinner too.
A stone lays so still,
Not daring to move or breathe,
You might think it’s dead.
The coffee cup rolls,
Rocking, back and forth, empty,
Wondering what’s next.
This is so perverse,
Golden Goodbyes to some there,
Most not such rubbish.
Just three years or so,
Then they leave happy and rich,
But cut key projects.
Oh, Victoria!
“Brexit leaves Britain naked.”
Well done, I agree.
Wat’s this then Greasy
PM is running down clock
You wasting your time.