The sofa split some years ago
The gas fire hisses as if
through broken teeth.
Colin tries to stir up hope
On the Baby Belling whilst the TV screen sucks
the kids in like flecks of dust.
A manufactured crisis for some pop star wannabe
Stabs out from the fat old tube.
The crowd scream – no wonder.
And Colin stares into the tangled noodles wondering
What might become of the children
For not one of them can sing.
But their faces, lit by cathode light
Wow, that has stunned me Chris
The polar opposite of George Osbourne’s most wicked characterisation of those who live on the Welfare State deserving the most harsh of cuts because they are all wasters who plot ways to steal even more money from us and kill their children. Thanks you for providing a balance in a hard hearted world gone mad ….. Thank You
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