The Art of Derek Dohren

painting, writing, photography

England

England, My England


There's a lot of poppycock doing the rounds

set your moral compass, unleash the hounds

and I'm incandescent with age, hashtag miscarriage

the damp gusset of Britain's fetid undercarriage

at heart it's the zone in the holy layer

thoughts and prayers, a plate of Stinking Bishop

or perhaps a fiddling vicar or some other pervy cleric

or maybe even a vaudevillian supervillain

I'm wearing Superman's underpants and he's livid

be careful what you wish for

polygamist misogynist marriage of convenience

do the decent thing and keep on creeping eastwards


There's a lot of poppycock doing the rounds

set your moral compass, unleash the hounds

and I’m uncomfortable in my hammock, hashtag bedspread

Asperger’s syndrome's becoming widespread

at heart it's the price of fortified lager

thoughts and prayers, prepare the fatted calf

or perhaps a hammy actor, who’s crossed the Rubicon

or maybe even a unicycling unicorn

I'm wearing a spotty birthday suit and I'm livid

be careful what you vote for

heliotropic mismatched cushions and Nigel Farage

raise serious questions about this creeping mirage


There's a lot of poppycock doing the rounds

set your moral compass, unleash the hounds

and in the grand tradition, hashtag Royal We

induced coma, wicker basket, swollen housemaid's knee

at heart it's the plundered cachet of cash

thoughts and prayers, a pole dancing prancer

or perhaps it's the Russians, or a dodgy financer

or maybe even a Chinaman militiaman

I'm wearing a fucking hat and I'm still livid

be careful what you yearn for

don't put it in your mouth because it isn't kosher

our Yemen correspondent's a creeping ivory poacher


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