GOD PAYS DEBTS WITHOUT MONEY

God Pays debts without money,
So my mother used to say,
Well I don’t believe in God,
But sometimes it looks that way.
Four Five walks to the chopper,
He flashes a discrete wave,
Somehow he came a cropper,
Looks like a proper close shave.
No-one knows if he’s got it,
If he has it could get bad,
The electors have a fit,
Media go fucking mad,
His videos feel funny,
The tweets keep right on coming,
His campaign needs more money,
Fox News forever dumbing.
Over here across the pond,
We’re not quite sure what to think,
Will there be some magic wand,
Or another giant stink?
I’m hoping he doesn’t die,
We don’t need martyrs made fake,
He’ll not let sleeping dogs lie,
Can’t tell if he’s on the make,
Could be one thing or other,
Still got plenty of bunny,
I keep hearing my mother,
God pays debts without money.

Harry Rogers in the Yellow Room, October 3rd 2020.

CINDERELLA SITUATION

I wrote this on holiday in 2018.

The dotard prince wanders around
He drags his knuckles over ground
The ice queen of celebrity
Frozen by mediocrity
Hides away a month and a day
Lost in the mists of Mandalay
Buggy rides from high tea to tee
Drive the green between thee and me
Steals our cash across the nation
Cinderella situation.
Takes colonial pith in vain
Messiah complex rules again
Judged not the fakir, blonde, insane
Injects the bile into each brain
Convinced the proletariat
That hate not love is where it’s at
A tragedy that says it all
Nobody’s going to the ball
There will be no recreation
Cinderella situation

8/10/2018 Tremezzo. Lago di Como, Italy.