Poetry Blog by Dave Bradley
Rock on with lock-ons
fighting heart-black frack backers.
The glue is super.
Sunday 25th November 2018 1:02 am
We don’t know how our food is made,
We don’t know how the eggs are laid.
We try to learn but get brain fade,
We don’t know how our food is made.
We don’t know how our food is cooked,
We meant to learn but never looked.
We don’t know how our tickets are booked,
We don’t know how the goose is cooked.
Who knows how money moves around?
Value disappears, the cr...
Friday 10th August 2018 10:49 am
Set the paper boat
afloat upon the river
to find divine hands
Friday 16th March 2018 12:27 am
The rich are cursed
in queues, they never feel thirst,
their chests burst
with pride, while lackeys durst
not cross them, opponents are coerced,
and they are so versed, so very well versed
in the avoidance of tax and all other such vexations, and so
morality is reversed
in the looking glass world in which they are immersed.
If ill, in luxury they're nur...
Friday 2nd March 2018 12:34 pm