April Foolery, and May's Soon Gone
I feel quiet.. Then perhaps its a reflection of
The quietude I sense among the greater majority of people, there are fitful bursts of conversation
Overheard at times on the faux Brexit so resented.!
The hubris of ensconced poiticans has died down
In the aftermath of the local elections..
There is a smouldering of talk and thought that
Rumbles on in the sidestreets and shopping centers; there are many who having seen the the mockery of democracy 'laid bare' changing from
Remain to a leave identity, and to my great surprise advocating a 'no deal is the best outcome'
So back I go to the bubble and squeak I am
Making at least the content are fresh
And the hash is edible.'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2019
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