UnNews:The poet's financial report
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24 June 2009
That is what the wise men said to me when I crossed the bridge of public face,
Here is the news.
For the benefit of public expenditure allowances.”
Quoth the bloodied skylark: “It’s all labour’s fault.”
How can they stand when we know how the bull have torn through London streets?
But they don’t notice ‘cause they’re watching the pay-per-view channel.
Would you forgive him and the unseeing eyes?
Twix-t moors of lavender as the clock strikes thirteen once more?
“Please don’t vote for the Lib Dems.”
A man of the worker blames the man of tradition while the versa vices,
Tradition is fulfilled in the pitied equilibrium,
Everyone goes off to lunch and you’re paying.
I will give you my pearl of wisdom for nowt,
All the MPs are in Ibiza.
Chickens are finding less of the corn in the Brown fields,
This is a metaphor for the economic crisis, or something.
Broken glass upon which we walk has turned to snow once more in Summer,
A lonely figure cuts itself in the skyline,
The egg whisk will lie down with the pyramid,
“What the hell are you talking about?”
No modern poem is complete without a swear word,
There we go.
Sceptics remain Sceptical.