Poetry Blogs (bigots)
We all know they’re riddled with Otherness
And they’re bringing it over here
I don’t care if they have the same body parts
It’s their Otherness that I fear
They’ll only have to look at you
And you’ll catch their Otherness too
They’ll be lazy, scrounging, Otherness spreading
Heathens – not like me and you
I bet they had lives of champaign and caviar...
Saturday 8th August 2020 3:29 pm
On Tumbledown, no doubting of our love,
No bishopric’s accusing finger points,
Proclaiming: ‘Gays can’t die for God above,
Or marry Harry, Jessica or George’!
No holy men in dresses and big hats,
Will stem this bloody flow, or hold my hand,
Or sing my soul aloft; no music wafts
Along the breeze from England’s pleasant land.
Are you still there, Jim? God, it’s blo...
Sunday 10th June 2012 11:37 am