Thursday, 26 December 2024

the week before Christmas

A week before Christmas
the ward is alive
with patients on trolleys
that may not survive

needing the toilet
but unwilling to leave
as the patients will die
you are told and believe

mouth dry and parched
throat sore with thirst
giving fluids to the patient
that needs it first

rest break is cancelled
still on the feet
smiles and is comforting
to the patient they meet

is there a bed for them
they ask on the phone
the management and pager
won't leave them alone

the shift thankfully is over
they head for the loo
and cry uncontrollably
like the other staff do

just a week before Christmas

A week before Christmas
the MP's are free
to take the backhanders
and loan guarantee


suck up the the media
show they are kind
but giving to needy
last thing on their mind


in new camel coat
cashmere scarf and hat
they head for soup kitchens
that the media is at


they taste the thin gruel
smile so refined
then serve the unfortunate
trying to look kind


when cameras go
they escape to the rear
into the Rolls Royce
hidden quite near


then off to the west end
collecting gifts by the score
watching a show
yet demanding more


a real person of substance
with wit and charm
that defends his electorate
while doing them harm


Wednesday, 25 December 2024

week before Christmas

It's the week before Christmas
They don't give a f..ck
about the poor veteran
down on his luck

that sits on the corner
brandishing a can
being ignored
by each passing man

He once was like them
he had some pride
before bombing and shelling
destroyed something inside

he once stood in line
was clean on parade
now hides in the gutter
seeking the shade

cold and shivering
one last request
give me a tenner for
the medals on my chest

you can add them
to the collection
an evidence of the broken
ready for inspection

Saturday, 21 December 2024

grumpy goes to town

When old grumpy goes to town
I can't help but wonder
if all the traffic wardens
are trying to steal his thunder
with a cut in winter fuel allowance
it is a colossal blunder

the shops flood with music
a cacophony of sound
anything that could hold a tune
nowhere to be found
at the end of the hideous noise
the bugger is rewound

of course its time for presents
a time for seasonal toys
there'll be hand guns for the girls
and repeating riffles for the boys
which means bullets in primary schools
and security guards employs

off to spend the gift cards
from cards that lit the fire
loaded the shopping trolley
with Chinese crap so dire
but never read terms and conditions
and the date they all expire

grumpy out of pocket
and really in a mood
at least its a festival
so bound to be good food
offered canapés and vol-au-vent
how could they be so rude