We’ve all weathered
blustery seaside
in the company of people
we no longer talk to
because of loss
or one of our choices.
That’s what the waves
hit the sea wall for.
Related Articles
Death of a Vampire
For far too long we have lived under the rule of the Parasite. For too long the Parasite has dictated to us who we are and what we are capable of. For too long the Parasite has ruled over a mental wasteland of his own creating. And in order to make us subservient to […]
The Queue by Val Waldron
We call it QueueAnon, this wonderful fountain of freedom hitherto unknown, a snaking virtue of fellow patriots, knees bending to the virtues of the throne. Three days to bathe in our rightful place, in worship of her glorious majesty bowing our grateful head for the life of this deity In the guiding light of […]
Another Revolting Peasant
Don’t look the homeless man in the eye Hold your chin up as you walk by Just another revolting peasant Trying to get some free pay They’ve all got jobs and houses anyway Foodbank collectors, scrounging again Why should you pay for society’s drains? Just another revolting peasant Trying to get a free meal Don’t […]