BACK TO NEW BIZARRO NORMAL

No party raves in the front room
Friends and neighbors have got to go.
Reapers again clean weaponry,
New wave rolls on in Autumn sun.
With speed of light crash now arrives,
Us boomers, isolated still,
Watch fearfully behind curtains.
New normal unfolds fitfully,
Tory game unravels, full pelt,
No deflection can close our eyes
No political alibis,
Their spin has spun, we see through lies,
Watch piggies in Westminster stys,
As they place blame upon us all
Charades and faux walls start to fall,
They can’t placate us with football,
Where’s the people’s clarion call?
The whole facade is out of hand.
You need a test? Go to Scotland.
Don’t own a car? That’s your lookout,
Spads now deaf as we scream and shout.
Understand what it’s all about,
The immune herd, the truth is out,
Statistics no more carry clout,
Their information counts for nowt,
Nobody listens anymore,
To those who do not know the score,
Boris seems to be having fun,
Smirking as he gets Brexit done.
Glib postures won’t seal up the crack
Through which the knives fly to his back,
Thrown by his own, through smoke and flack,
This then the cost of being slack.
Tomorrow we go to the sea,
Must get away from misery,
Spend precious time with family,
Time flies, we might be next, d’you see?…….

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 9th September 2020.

CURLY KALE

Cocktails, ginger ales, Ipa, Lager, Pale,
Wine and Whiskey, how ever can it fail?
From 6.00 am one can drink from a pail,
Down Covid river we merrily sail,
Go out on the booze, you slick alpha male,
Let’s see just how many end up in jail,
Meanwhile spaff away, so says Daily Mail,
Wetherspoons and buffoons shall make a sale,
Public servants all a-quake and a-quail,
Stay now at home, hit the head of the nail,
They’ll lock drunks away, without any bail,
BJ and his pals pursue holy grail,
In my garden watch as bird eats a snail,
At least snail won’t eat my curly kale.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow room, 1.00 a.m. Saturday 4th July