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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


  1. Peter O'Neil Peter O'Neil

    Can I facebook post this?

    • Tim Burt Tim Burt

      Of course! Share away.

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