Those were good old days, All things on a plate, Just wear stupid hats All he had to do. Abused privilege, Now in wilderness, Lost forevermore, In purgatory. Bloody idiot, Never ride again, Outside a palace, Trooping a colour. Brung it on himself, Threw it all away, What now can he do? I don’t care, do you?
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 22nd February 2022
Today proof copies of my new bookCwtch Me In The Nowjust arrived from Kindle Direct. I am very happy indeed that this book is finished and available for sale already on Amazon. It contains 157 poems and rants written between March and December 2021. Now I can get back to writing.
We are all Trussed up like Tory turkeys Waiting in our nuclear roasting tins To be popped into incinerators In every large European city. Iron lady reincarnation flies Into Moscow in a large black fur hat Juggles sabres that rattle with false facts Drunk on Trumpian braggadocio. Hyper Deja Vu, we’ve seen it before Feels like the lead up to the first world war. Back then it was Armageddon came first Followed by global virus pandemic. This time it’s t’other way about comrades. What a jolly millennium this is!
Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, February 13th 2022