Roll them in
and roll them off
roro
row your boats
it’s not the magistrates
nor the courts
the system’s sinking
only the shit still floats.
If I am going to be doomed
can you make it at midnight
on Friday?
I get paid and if
I’m to be weighed
off
I might as well get off
on sex
drugs
not forgetting
before the rot sets in
spangles.
The owl and the pussycat
who sailed away
managed a year and a day
before puss with a growl
disembowelled poor owl
even the best of friends
fall out
fall off
fall in
roro
row your boats.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.
