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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXIX and XLI

If ever I had a country : XXXIX - XLI

			XXXIX

If ever I had a country
And if ever by some fluke I were the Minister of Trade and Commerce
I'd round up these Protected Species of vicious witches who live off the fat of the tenement purse
In cohorts with the " assured " companies and the conniving hoard of expert " kick-back " curse
I'd line them all up and get the duped flat owners to kick boot holes in their puffy sagging backs
Have them stewed in pig-fat cauldrons tarred feathered and pilloried on stinking rubbish stacks
That is, if ever I were by fluke the Minister of Trade and Commerce
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country


			XLI

If ever I had a country
And if ever by fluke I were the Trade and Commerce Secretary
I'd bundle them all up and send them home to their menopaused Mediterranean Sea
Seek ferret out and topple those who protect them ensconced in the coulisses of local authority
And oblige the Natives to do the easy " dirty " work instead of just that of hard adultery
Such that even the Poles who la-di-da with exotic Migrants will return to their Catholicity
That is, if ever I were by fluke the Trade and Commerce Secretary
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country

© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 27, 2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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