Rants in Pants

by grimbeau

…into a new day fuelled by

wine and music,

art and remonstrance,

and lest i forget,

the dog’s subconscience.

At such times as these

Democracy and depression

melt into one

become synonymous,

meaningless coincidences, just like now,

tautologically speaking  off course.

As I said at the clubhouse recently

These days, politicians

dance to the latest crazes:

beardie weirdies,

fags & drags

Motown Joes,

Tinky Winky

They all do the same,

get up my nose,

and underclass stale farts

like sleaford yobsters,

make me think of Baldwin

laughing at George Roby

over a glass of port.