Scattering like melting rain Through moorlands of my memory A windwashed hill A black-tan streak A car-coat, but no hat And a sheep ate your sandwich Red legs on a biscuit thief Ginger pigs sultana-eyed Lucky bags for lucky boys Six bar blues and giving over And a baby boy who never grew old Black-tan…

Here’s a little ditty for Ms Braverman See you next Tuesday Suella (to the tune of ‘Where do you go to my lovely’) Your speech was like Enoch on acid Your vision is clouded by hate As you pander to racists and bigots While the ones in the uniforms wait For their chance, oh yes…

Coiled around my sanityGorging on my historyDemocracy of one in threeThe Worm Emerging from its stygian holeDevouring fragments of my soulDelusion is my open goalThe Worm At primal level I subsistI have no willpower to resistI struggle merely to existThe Worm Emotion is beyond my reachA casualty of causal breachA leaden mass, devoid of speechThe…

Man is not the world, He cannot turn and turn In constant circles, tangible: Instead he finds His life is but a fleeting glimpse And his dreams a poignant joke That time tells to an audience Preferring not to laugh, nor hear, But strive for immortality Before the mouth yawns open And we fall, leaving…

Refugee Should I wear a yellow R Embroidered on my shirt? A number tattooed on my arm Beneath the blood and dirt? I am Muslim, Catholic, Jew, I’m child of every time I’ve run from famine, rape and war Displacement is my crime. I’m faceless, stateless, of no worth A number on a screen I…

Here’s a poem for Paul Dacre Printing bullshit by the acre What a merry little caper Pedalling lies to sell his paper Refugees, the blacks, the gays Coz malice sells and malice pays And you can bank a fine fat docket With the government in your pocket Never mind if it’s not true Rupert Murdoch’s…

Rhinoceros is so perverse His willy hinges in reverse It’s true that rhinos aren’t that that pretty But always backwards seems a pity Your partner must be hard to place If you never see them face to face No wonder they’re in short supply Not sure I’d even want to try Unless this backward-based perception…

Some guys have terminal armpits Some folks have nuclear breath But I bet I can name A unique claim to fame ‘Coz I farted a lion to death He was lying on top of his shelter At peace with the world and his wife When a basso profundo explosion Put an instant end to his…

I do not like this orange man I do not like his spray-on tan I do not want his nylon hair I do not want it anywhere I do not like his pouting face His policies are a disgrace I do not like his racist views I’m sad he is the one you choose I…

This is not my land Toddler washed up on the beach Refuge is now out of reach Invasion is the word they preach This is not my land Sally will not eat today Her children won’t go out to play She can’t afford it anyway This is not my land Refugees put on a plane…