Fat Blond Bloke

A draught cloaks each step

Sucks the heat from the air

Light from day

Magic from the stars

Living in a perpetual November

Each night longer than the last

Dying embers of joie de vie

Falling through the grate

Hope extinguished

By the puddle of cold sick

Retched up by the Lying Liar’s lies

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n.b. I would like to thank Alexander Boris Johnson for inspiring me to write this poem and John Crace of The Guardian.

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CLP 07/12/2019