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 book Cwtch Me In The Now just 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

No leveling up
In humble town
Prices go up
Wages go down
Pass hemlock cup
To Eton clown
We’re rising up
Level them down

Rising
Rising
Rising up
We’re rising up
In humble town

From up above
We’ve had enough
Of Tory guff
They can get stuffed
Today we say
We will not play
Inflation games
Ain’t gonna pay

Rising
Rising
Rising up
We’re rising up
Level them down

No living wage
In austere age
Unlock this cage
Write a new page
Won’t go away
We need more pay
Hear what we say
It’s judgement day

Rising
Rising
Rising up
We’re rising up
In humble town

We’re rising up
To bring them down
We’re rising up
In humble town
We’re rising up
Level them down
Level them down
Level them down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 7th February 2022