http://www.hitchanddoug.com Sat, 30 Jan 2010 03:08:00 +0000 en hourly 1 http://www.hitchanddoug.com/2009/07/a-poem/ http://www.hitchanddoug.com/2009/07/a-poem/#comments Fri, 10 Jul 2009 09:24:43 +0000 Hitch http://www.hitchanddoug.com/?p=346 1. Gordon Brown
Sat down
and started to talk.
His eyes spanned the room
pupils pierced the gloom,
but with his first vowel, began to balk. 2.
“Bloody Tories”
he muttered, stories
That gave away their cowardice
like one he spoke
crying Camerons toke
on jazz cigarette of cannabis. 3.
“Why not heroin
or eyeball tonic and gin
not weed like a thug
if her were any sort of man
a jean claude van dam man
he’d do a real drug.” 4.
Relieving jacket,
PM reached for his pocket
removing a syringe from its pack
at first he couldn’t find it
tongue searching mind; “it’s
like looking for a needle in a hay stack” 5.
Piercing the skin,
fresh smack rushed in
Gordon’s eyeballs started to roll;
relief spread through him,
lips lifted in grin
and from his chair his body did fall. 6.
The room fell silent,
and eyes fell violent,
upon this most outrageous crime;
what brown had forget
about the brown he had got
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