My dozens of followers (okay - my very few) have probably seen this poem already on my Twitter feed from when I posted it last month. But hell - there's no harm posting it again on the actual blog. With the lingering smell of a US presidential election filling the air (which I imagine is a mixture of BBQ sauce and gunpowder) , I felt it was only fair to post a political poem to celebrate the occasion. A rather satirical look on it, but you can probably tell, I don't rate political leaders highly....

I’ll devote all of my remaining years
Sputtering lies you’d want to hear
With old clichés that’ll endear
Me to your worthless hearts.
 
I’ll act antibacterial clean,
Keep the posh and penniless keen
And suffocate what shan’t be seen.
These lips dare not impart
 
The treachery, the mulled treason,
The cabinet gossip of the season
Or half a single goddamn reason
For things I’ll do and have done.
 
And with all I’ve learnt from my BSc
And my stint in the school’s debating team
I’ll decide what should and shouldn’t be
As my word is second to none.
 
So come! Be leashed and follow me
Through creeks and coves of uncertainty.
Bow down onto a soiled knee
For your undependable son.

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Sorry for my prolonged absence and lack of posting on here. I wanted to take a few weeks away form this, write some more poems (ones which are worth sharing), meeting up with mates and....playing FIFA 17. 

To make up for this, I'll be posting some of my favourite poems I've written over the past month. Here's one I want to share because it ties in splendidly well with today  :) Hope you enjoy!

​You nuzzled into my fresh stubble
Whilst remnants of hardened toffee
Nested in the crack of your lips.
Our eyes following the flares heading sky bound
Until our necks jarred back, upon crackled impact.
 
But then the late autumn frost
Took grasp of our spines
Sending them into numb spasm.
We drew to the conclusion
That now as the hour to perhaps retreat
To the warmth indoors.