The quiet twisting of already
screwed and spewed words,
uttered from the gaping wounds
of their sorry faces,
mouths as bleeding caverns,
pus filled lies uttered in a
disingenuous cacophony,
where no one is safe from
the tirade of empty locution,
a terrible warped view
crammed into the selfish egos
of monsters in out midst.
Yep, I was definitely getting parliament too. Politicians these days must be so proud of their legacy. The most untrusted, self serving bunch of jackals and backstabbers I can think of.
Still, "We're all in this together," apparently.
Brilliant Jon, really loved it
J.
Very biting language and great combinations - bleeding caverns, pus filled lies - disengenuous cacophony - Wow! really impressive, and oozing indignation. Think politics is the dirtiest profession in the world. Great poem.
Jennifer
Keith, thank you so much.
You are quite right in your assumption.
Thank you, again.
Jon,
A powerfully worded poem in which the reader is left to determine who is being referred to. Dare I say that it is a fairly accurate description of the British Political Class embracing all political parties at the present time. Should I be right in my assumption then I must say that I have seldom read anything so succint and eloquently worded.
Should I be wrong then it is certainly a poem to ponder on and for the reader to determine their own interpretation.
Also a very good poem with an excellent use of vitriolic language.
Thank you
Keith
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Jon Stainsby
Wed 17th Apr 2019 20:50
Thanks, Jennifer and Jason. Very kind of you both.