Another week gone,
The ground’s warm where the sun’s shone.
At last, weekend’s here.
Banana smells waft,
Through the, not so busy, train.
Faint coffee smells too.

Finding new music,
Exploring new and old stuff,
A lot is, just stuff!
As complex as simple is.
Just when i am not thinking right, maybe tired
Another week gone,
The ground’s warm where the sun’s shone.
At last, weekend’s here.
Banana smells waft,
Through the, not so busy, train.
Faint coffee smells too.

Finding new music,
Exploring new and old stuff,
A lot is, just stuff!
Bum Hole Bump reeling,
As Mueller Report unwinds,
Just revealing lies.

So much redaction,
Bump refused the interviews,
He says just fake news.
What do you expect?
Rubbish in so rubbish out,
True for Government!
I sense a Haiku,
Lurking in my subconscious,
Leaking slowing through.
Seems that Bum Hole Bump,
Is deceiving the US,
With the worst fake news!
We hope it ends soon,
The world is getting weird,
Looks normal, it ain’t.
Sorry to be rude,
It’s the way it makes me feel,
This Brexit Crisis!
From Gove’s gimpish grin,
To Boris’ bully bluster,
Twatish government.

It’s No Deal Boris,
Or maybe wants to cuddle May,
No just edging it.
I hope you do know,
Cycle Mauve is Michael Gove,
The squeaking wheels turn.
Bumhole Bump is Trump,
A pain in the butt for sure,
Some kind of mob link.
Greasy Grey yes her,
Yes PM, Teresa May,
Number 10, for now!
Fiends this Friday eve,
Shocking pathetic horrors,
A sad inditement.
Bumhole Bump walks out,
Leaving his lunch sitting there.
Terrible mix up.
Cycle Mauve speaking!?
Eccentric public speaking,
Private schools for some.
So George just walks out,
Good for you! In your eye Mauve!
You won’t get my vote.
Sequential failures,
Sounds like Is Failing again,
Sack this idiot!
Thirty three big ones,
For what? His stupidity?
Big Brexit Bunglings.
Where do we get them?
Lucky dip? I don’t think so!
We’re not that lucky!
So I closed my eyes,
And then, soon I realised,
I was far away.
Floating up on clouds,
Then riding rushing waters,
To sun bleached beaches.
Where do I get off?
I wish I knew, for too soon,
I wake in my bed.
I dream of dreaming,
A dream that will take me far.
And wakes somewhere new.
Maybe I shouldn’t
Close these eyes tonight and dream,
But can it be stopped?
And so, I go slow
And then, fall even slower,
Down, ever deeper.