from left to right
all manner of pomposity
and the top hat tits.
It brings me out in little spots
a bright red rash, but
this won’t stop me
They say that pomp and circumstance is
an ancient anthem.
I say, never, no and
not a chance.
I’ve met them there
men who wouldn’t smile
a crust of bread,
men who thought they knew it all,
I watched them fall into despair,
and I met myself there years ago,
older now that’s why I know
how the story goes.
All men were created equal until
Spielberg made the sequel
and then when the shit hit the fan,
we watch to see which man comes up smelling of
© 2016, John Smallshaw.