When the war starts, it won’t be obvious.
You'll stroll past your empty house,
go shopping, return to find
it on fire, surrounded by
progressives wearing rainbows.
Or on Cornmarket, a crowd
of whirling Muslim dancers
will swell until the Old Bill
corrals them to go sniffing
for ‘the far right’ - which means you.
Flick a switch but get nothing.
Lights are down since net zero,
when intellect just vanished
without smoke, its memory
guffawed about by degree
blaggers, explaining how war
started for them when they dreamt
things and imagined freedom
for themselves by inclusion
of every barbarian.
Also on Cornmarket is
this crap busker, bellowing
songs which sounded terrible
in their trite originals.
Yet I must bring some good news.
This funds his son who attends
Magdalen College School, so
proving why doing something
today is all that matters,
like eating Greggs sausage rolls.
They are LUSH. Can I also recommend the sausage, cheese and bean bake and the PINK JAMMY doughnut. I love it in work eating my little feast while the other whazzocks graze on ‘organic tofu, salads and miso. Dick heads look on and weep
When the whole world with its nut jobs goes tits up. Myself with fellow travellers on here, will ALWAYS thank gud for GREGGS❤️ always nice people and lovely food (I think so anyway). Nut jobs NOT welcome and NEVER pimp up the food❤️