Immigration.??? It comes over in waves.' There are those who are
Pro...Their enthusiasam gets quite wild.' Its all about the
Work that needs 'their skills' these days.' and then there are others that
See great ill.' Who counter claim.' On the need for so many'
And that, there are generational British with skills! that that do not
Have any.' Houses jobs also, they are cash restrained.' Meanwhile
The Hs 2 project is still not ready.! ( it is really a shame.!) Oxymoronica?
As taxes rise.! Five star meals served and no mp is denied! quaffing Champagne the very best.' Snifters of whisky oh
What will be next.? Yes it all well organised and nothings a crime..' no nightmares to deal with ( everything is working just fine! )
Bright eyed red nosed reindeer,
Raring frantically to go,
Waiting for that iconic signal,
A belting “ho ho ho”.
Flying gifts down children’s chimneys,
One house two house three house four,
With a beer at every stop point,
Ten pints twenty thirty ………… snore.
St Nick was sleeping at the reigns,
Rudolph does not know the way!
Has St Nick not learnt the rules by now?
You never drink and sleigh!
Little girls that longed for primrose dolls,
With sunshine golden hair,
Received tangerines, old whiskey jars,
And knitted underwear!
Blitzed fell out his reigns,
Prancer lost his magic bell,
All the little boys in Germany,
Got gift tags with “noël”.
Santa wakes up discombobulated,
Staring at a sign that read “South Pole”,
“Where are half my deer” he thought,
Has my years finally took its toll?
“I will continue with just one deer” he roars,
My sleigh will fly on Christmas cheer,
And what’s the fastest way to spread this you ask?
Just one more Christmas beer.
Rudolph’s eyes grow wide with fear.
The black oak is faded
by the continuous skating of drinks:
mugs, snifters, goblets and pint glasses.
They remain stationary in formation,
anticipating the next pair of thirsty lips to arrive.
With every drop that pours
in the glass, reality is put to rest,
existing predicaments
and emotions are directed elsewhere.
A fatigued being sits across from me,
with a comparable physique to mine.
He comes at the same time as I.
I see him day-to-day,
like a shadow, from sun to moon.
I never see him depart; but
he is always in my view.
In his hand, a glass dripping in its sweat.
As he clasps it securely, like a wrench,
he devours his poison
and without a spoken word;
he is detached from this world.
When I catch a glimpse into
his disoriented eyes, I see contempt.
But, a smirk rests delicately on his weary face,
as if he knows who I am, and the reason why
I pick up this glass each day.
He knew I couldn’t bear to look
at my own reflection.