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Referendum

John Major’s bastards

bided their time

not,it seems now,

consigned to the last dustbin

on the right

but honing the hatchets

of their tongues

the flicking,grinning

nightshade ones

with easy,clipped & icey speak

probing the cracks

in Cameron the weak.

Published inPoetry

2 Comments

  1. Peter O'Neil Peter O'Neil

    Can I facebook post this?

    • Tim Burt Tim Burt

      Of course! Share away.

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