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Blue Tinfoil Hats

Blue Tinfoil Hats

 May 28, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved

Our Enger-land Tory voters
chasing a dream,
Strawberry endowed privilege
topped with colonial cream.
Stiff lipped sarcasm,
argumentative clause,
their asinine seduction
could it give you pause?

They wear tinfoil hats
So obviously Blue,
and tip them to Etonians
its too mad to be true.
The casual conservative
with flag waving pride,
continue to ...

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Centrifuge of pain

Centrifuge of pain

July 22, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved.

 

Blighted by insanity
that dribbles in the void,
cleaves caveats limb from limb
attuned, attest, devoid.

Personality turned askew
a soul, hamstrung by toil,
once scribed into an anthem
abandoned, detest, recoil.

Tempestuous misalignment's
the centrifuge of pain,
destructive botheration's
Charybdis unfurled disdain.

Warped into abbadons ...

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Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent

Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent

 January 14, 2021.  © Mark, All rights reserved

Suggested limits
for foregone futures,
the virus adaption
of torn open sutures.

Partial containment
while our vulnerable vacate,
the vaccine dilemma,
for the fit to placate.

A lockdown series,
serious intention
twitching behind curtains,
turmoiled perception.

Removal of life
removal of glee,
removal of the magnificent
...

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Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate

Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate

November 20, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved

Fallen fallen
so low are we,
as a vindictive little virus
chops down our tree.

The chomping chins
dribble out their spit,
a bigley death rate
says an orange twit.

The homogenised lambast
a terminal bent,
health is now
a simple monetised intent.

Vaccines stab at
our glimmered hope,
who's first in line ?
Says the televisual sc...

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Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'

Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'

November 11, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved

 

 

We didn't go and run away somewhere
just the way we should,
symptoms closer
faster than ever now,
leaking fevered intimate despair.

the grunting of that typical class
deafens the squealing of the sores,
the requiem of the virus boys
stifles the digested stagnant snores.

They done gone and st...

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