HOW WARM THE COCKLES.

One thing we can predict for sure,
This ain’t ever going away.
Not now, not ever, not no more,
It’s here forever and a day.
We will be jabbed and jabbed again,
Throughout the rest of all our lives.
Groundhogs run in and out with pain,
It’s luck that dictates who survives.
Still how much better do we feel,
Boris has ate another meal,
One more big fish inside his creel,
He’s bagged Australian trade deal.
How warm the cockles of my heart,
As propaganda games begin,
Already fizzles like long, slow fart,
Remind me how we put him in.

Harry Rogers, in the yellow room, 15th June 2021

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