‘Beer Song of
Depression’
Deep in a quilt
Nose inhaling the
evaporated scent
Of day’s guilty work.
Purging the planet
of minerals or ore
Transmogrified
mineral, raped planet
Broken stones fall
like tears in my mind
Grieving widow
earth pregnant with sorrow
Timeless as a
bleeping alarm clock
Pulling on cords to
cover pants of
The sincerest
pulchritude. Man packet proud
Smile at the face
by the door
Pink, tie gripped
neck, away!
Work of deep
meaning gives way to
Inconsequential tea
break
E:mails await keen
to be written
To conquer the
world like a Trojan
Days run like this
in century 21
Men tricked by the
telly and the
Equalsising
oestrogen of liberalism
Lives based on
quality of money
We envy the trump
Fear the lump
Bow to the sump
Our heart is a pump.
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