Thanks to those who read my books on Kindle in August and made it my best month ever on the platform. You made a cranky old writer feel like a spring lamb who escaped the chop and lived to be an old muttonhead!
Brexit Politics Uninteresting and Depressing
Because of that I thought I’d write a new Folding Mirror poem. Despite that little bit of personal euphoria, the poem turned into a bit of a downer, which is the way Brexit dominating politics has been this year, and I’ve usually written from a social rather than personal view. More details of child grooming in the UK this week compounded it.
A perverse side-effect of Brexit is that more of those demographics could be brought in to replace Europeans who leave. Maybe the Establishment will do it to punish the native working-class demographic, as they seem to have been doing since World War Two; especially in the Home Children white slavery scandal, miners’ strike starving hard workers and New Labour’s Multicultural Fascism that has turned the UK into a war zone.
I didn’t vote in the Brexit referendum, and am sorry to any nice hard-working fair-play Europeans caught up in it, who didn’t sleep with their tutors or bosses to get jobs or promotion (more the tutors, bosses and system’s fault), or undermine other students or workers to get the jobs! I think most are nice, and wish them well for the future. Those already here can stay of course, as far as the deal currently on the table suggests.
Armistice Soldiers’ Centenary, Community Politicians’ Buffoonery
keep on depressing
with all your messing
pushing down, down, down
no more playing the clown
keep straight face now
do nothing might raise brow
hide your emotion, restrain joyous commotion
still in basement without exit
despite sign marked Brexit
people voted to restore identity
democracy, democracy, democracy sincerity
we are not amused
you seem confused