Monthly Archives: August 2020

Yet, They Call Me Fragile

Posted on 15 August 2020 by

Attached by voluntary (so they say) chains To the desk provided to me In this open plan office Compromised from birth Wage slave Unable to speak up For fear of master’s minions Taking the food out of my children’s mouths … Continue reading →

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Old Don Henley Tunes

Posted on 8 August 2020 by

  It was the sort of day That would bring to mind The lyrics from an old Don Henley song   Wind blowing off the Channel Providing the only air conditioning we’ll feel all summer Sun going down, orange in … Continue reading →

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Pipers and Drummers

Posted on 7 August 2020 by

Losing an hour or so Watching pipes and drums on YouTube A child of NeoLiberal Empire Disconnected from ‘home’ Those pipes go straight to your gut And tell you where you are ‘from’ The lump appears in your throat Thinking … Continue reading →

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