Rants in Pants
…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.
Grimbeau 