A DECENT PEOPLE
I was in the British museum
admiring what was stolen
when word csme my way
that someone
in Downing Street
was methinks
protesting too much
strange thing was
he was outside the Prime
Minister’s house
at a dais, facing
away from the front door
perhaps leading people
to believe
that contrary to
speech content, delivery,
and all appearances
this poor wretched and
confused individual, might
well be
the Prime Minister himself,
SACROSANCT
the revolution
is beginning in Rochdale
any shock to complacency
is revolutionary, let alone
the pointing out
of moral turpitude,
cardinal sin
and so
raise the drawbridge
erect the barricades
terrorism is expressing
itself democratically
through the ballot box
people
who have no right
to be heard
having a say
else the thousand year rule
of the best sort, the ones
who perennially gloss
over
the horrors
of our history
will be broken, in tatters,
and we will be left
like infants
wandering around
clueless, without diection
wondering how
we could have thrown
into the garbage can
of time
something though
so
fictitious and mythological
nevertheless, so so sacrosanct
poems 2 die for