Thank God It Wasn’t a Child

‘Thank God it wasn’t a child’

Seems to be able to be applied

To almost anything

To lessen

The impact of doom:

‘The votes are in – we have a new Prime Minister.’

‘Thank God it wasn’t a child!’ the public cried!

For all the difference it will make –

Still, it eased a nation’s heartache

And made a nice accompaniment

For the tea and cake.

 

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Spy

Some things you just can’t talk about plainly. That’s the beauty of poetry. It’s the world’s most accomplished diplomat.

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Spy

Spy

Lie

Try

Die

Cry

It’s not that you didn’t know

That it was all about to go

Global

Show all

Not small

It snowballed

Hit a wall

One last call

Then

We

All

Fall.

What will it take to reveal those words?

Honest cloths polishing turds.

There was never any glamour

You never did clamour

For riches or bitches.

Were your stitches neat?

When you got beat?

Spy, lie, try, die, cry!

Bye.

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