Hunt the Humless

by grimbeau



Four minutes past late

The long and the short of it…

Cleared out the empties.

Priced up cheapo books for Juul;

Made some fresh coffee;

What’s to do next, Boss?

Review the twelvemonth, Arthur!

The third Afghan War

proved a futile sacrifice

same as the first two

Old top brass eye up the next,

mothers weep for a tearless world,

alcohol poisoning

has doubled, trebled, wobbled


Anything else, Boss?

A hard shoulder to cry on