A Poem: How The Fuck?

How the fuck, Did she survive? Just like Brexit She refuses to die. Like a cockroach Crawling on parliament floor She may be the leader, But the woman’s a bore. “The worst thing I did? Why running through wheat.” She says to the nation, Pretending she’s sweet. But if ever this woman, Was sweet, now …

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Free Verse: Who I Am

I lie, to no-one But Myself. Honesty, harder Than most other things I choose not to write, Not because I have no inspiration But because I am afraid. A lack of desire To open up Even if just to myself. The introspection which comes From limitless creativity Can overwhelm A chaotic mind. Happy Yes, I …

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