We must penetrate the bourgeois ‘haze’ with a clear insight as we move from oppressed to free!
Doubting your writing skills. Is like taking a pill. Knowing tripe from shite, Hype from plight. Writing with skill, Mesmerises and thrills, Around the pill, And landing
Xmas is past imperialism successfully congealment, Our European ancestors ‘lining their nests’ So that they (and their descendants) live well, And others around the world
Josh came to train, But only in a dream. Matilda came too, But only to view. Punching and blocking, Matilda jumped and barked! What else
‘We wondered down to Cockington Fayre, Did my true love and me. And there we spied ‘Orse & Cart’, And ‘ad ourselves Cream Tea’. A
Ripples of acceptance, Ripples of rejection… Stillness without movement, Peace without effort.