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| 'Self Portrait at 70 years' - digital painting - April 2020 - George Roberts |
Se promener
Bourbon Avenue sans papier toilette
I thought
I was unique
But
somewhere I got lost
Life can
be very bleak
When
you’re anchored up Shit Creek
Right up
Anal Canal without a toilet roll!
We’ve had
a really tough week!
Our
paddle’s sadly gone and lost
And our
canoe has sprung a leak
Are we
going down the pan up Shit Creek?
Right up
Anal Canal without an alcohol based hand rub!
We’re
told we live in ‘testing’ times
But only
if you’re posh
Rich and
poor may be in one boat
But it
helps if you’ve got dosh
When
you’re up Shit Creek
Right up
Anal Canal without adequate PPE!
I thought
I was so clever
But
It’s not
at all that clever, ever
To be
going down for the third time up Shit Creek!
Right up
Anal Canal without a vaccine!
We thought
existence dependable
Then that
fucker Boris
Said we
were expendable
'Surplus
to requirements' up Shit Creek
Right up
Anal Canal without an EU passport!
We’ve
been placed in quarantine
By and
with Chris Whitty
Separated
from Europe, friends and family
By
arseholes and a virus that’s shitty
Segregated
from the world and up Shit Creek
Right up
Anal Canal without ABTA bonding!
On each
and every day
A kind
close friend,
Son,
daughter or grandchild
Take care
to send
Love and
provisions to us vulnerable folk up Shit Creek
Right up
Anal Canal without 'the shoppin experience’ at TK Maxx!
The Bank
has just sent us a text
“Interest
rates are going down”
Sod all
semi-annually
Pensions
deeper in the brown.
Up Shit
Creek without prejudice
‘Fannying’
about on Facebook
Anchored
in the banal
“We all
float down here Georgie”
Pennywise
and Poundland foolish all along and up Anal Canal
Up Shit
Creek without a proverbial paddle!
George
Roberts
