Brexit
Course I hate this damned EU.
It's time we had our Waterloo.
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The wife and me are respectable.
Quiet lives in our own mobile home.
We do as we're told, and we're sensible,
except for her damn garden gnome.
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Homeless soldiers in the vaulting,
under Sainsbury in the Maltings,
where Skripal parked his gas filled car,
saw him walk to Bishops Mill bar.
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I remembered wind and wild white horses,
when I heard Mike read his poem on waves.
Ski boats, bikinis, tropical forces.
But water, can be still as the grave.
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In unkempt yards of privacy,
supping coal from hollow hills.
In old tin sheds, where few folk see,
there's dragons, live in Britain still.
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It's an unproductive life for sure.
Each month the same as the one before.
The only lock down difference I've seen.
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The razor pink sliver of a new moon,
peers through trees to a land that's not immune.
Star light shines, through skies where no one flies.
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We travel all day on dark motorways.
And come to Wark north of The Wall.
The land where grandparents used to play,
And old stories seem a little too tall.
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Novichok told Salisbury this might come.
But we didn't believe. We never believe.
It can't happen. The Ruskies aren't dumb.
We'll never perceive that we'll ever grieve.
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An abandoned lover learns his fate.
Drowns all sorrows at the Winnie Gate.
But don't hate mate, the chance is great.
This magic night you'll get a date.
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