Richard the third and a quarter

In the ‘night of the long knives’
the longest knife wins
a bit like a pissin’ contest
where,
but we’ll not go down that road
after all
it’s Sunday.

I thought like a fool
and
thought I’d get more than gruel
so
I took a lowly position
in a top West End kitchen

years later
only
cold gravy and
lumpy
mashed potayta
yeah
it should be potato
but it don’t rhyme
don’t ya know.

In the night of the long swords
in the lockdown dark
psyche wards
you’re alone
and to conform with
non conformity
is a catastrophe
they’ll just drug you up
some more

© 2017, John Smallshaw.