First poem

Sceptics, conspiracies rife
Climate up to old tricks
While seaside low land gets devoured like Weetbix

Academically decorated,
Blinding those less stupider,
Simple minds lonely in heads the size of Jupiters

Signatories, protocols,
'Our government is trying',
But I heard the sea turtles asking whether yet pigs are flying

Morals unconscious,
Couldn't be flakier,
Gone with the wind like the winged seeds of Hakeas

Would you like to pay with slave profits,
Or debit?
My rich aunt said someone named Frank wants to take all of her credits

Forget it

MelbourneAustralia

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keith jeffries

Sat 8th Jan 2022 10:57

Miles,
I agree with Rasa, keep writing. This poem echoes my sentiments.
Thanks
Keith

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Rasa Kabaila

Sat 8th Jan 2022 05:12

Lovely work Miles. I'd love to see more of your poems if you are happy to share!

Keep writing 😃

Best wishes,
Rasa

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