Ode to that bloody awful music you get when you ring the DWP! And the way they compartmentalise our disabled kids! Vivaldi Your timeless beauty sounds so ugly In its incessant, perpetual monotony On the end of this goddamn phone Streamed into had-enough ears As I wait As I wait As I wait My lastContinue reading “Vivaldi”
I’m sitting at the doctor’s surgery I’m sitting at the generic magnolia doctor’s surgery Waiting to tell her my worries and thoughts Because I am sick, surely soon I’ll face death The Grim Reaper will be snogging away my last breath And the demons and angels will be playing crosses and noughts With the discountContinue reading “Sitting at the Doctor's Surgery”
Happy birthday Jesus Lying in your simple manger Lowly, meek, humble, commercialism a stranger bet ya didn’t know that years to come your beloved day of birth would become a multitrillion franchise that gifts of gold and myrrh and frankincense by men proclaiming themselves wise would morph into a creed of greed whilst children pleadContinue reading “Happy Birthday Jesus”
Political poem coming up. Sorry, Tories, I am a labour girl. No nasty comments please, freedom of speech! Boris There are people without homes In sleeping bags, alone Real people not just pictures on social media that you scroll through heartlessly on your phone people the police herd away, with hearts of stone whilst youContinue reading “Boris”
Here is my live performance of my poems ‘Am I a Poet?’ and ‘Working Tax Credit’, at Away With Words open mic night, November 21st, Off the Road Live Lounge, Hull.