An English Morning
The dirty sun crawls up
Behind the clouds
Lighting slightly
The dark side days
Of a dirty,dull,damned nation.
50 now
Atomic hair falling out
One tooth left
The sweet one
Hardly any money
Hardly any hope left
Residential care home
Still got my art though
Who knows what schemes
The murderous middle aged
Women have dreamt up today
A killer virus on its way
Vaccinatons send you back to the start
And a mental health system with no heart.
I walk down the streets of the divine
Shopping time
A tenner in the bank
The graffitti cleaners
Pass by
As I sit on a bench
And paint a picture in my imagination.
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2021
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