hate – Poetry for Dullards

Angry man

Possessed by an anger that’s consumed his soul An anger that has eaten him whole An anger that is coming for me For the less fortunate For the refugee An anger that could swallow the whole world

All the lies told all the time

What I love about brussel sprouts is their divisiveness What I hate about birds is their body clock What I love about drizzle is it’s refreshing light touch What I hate about England is racism mislabelled as patriotism What I love about Swindon is it’s run-down estates What I hate about Westminster are all theContinue reading “All the lies told all the time”