What a year and I’m relieved it’s over.
To tell you the truth I was rarely sober.
So the full implications passed me by
When things began to go badly awry
For Tony Blair in old Afghanistan
And in the toxic hatreds of Iran
Plus right here in our mucked up State
Where nothing goes right despite all debate.
As for Iraq, well, it never stopped burning.
For peace we’ve had only dreams and yearning.
No workable plan and no real consensus,
Nothing that man or heaven can send us.
In Liverpool we watched ugliness sprout
As builders put Paradise Street to rout
In the name of shopping, it’s very daft
And quite an insult to the city’s craft
To believe that the future is shopping,
Moronic designer label-hopping,
And Quiggins was forced out just to make way
So anonymous chain stores could hold sway
In a city that used to cock a snook
When offered the bland contemporary look
Much favoured by crap towns where all is duff.
Come on! In Liverpool that’s not enough.
So yes it’s been an annus horriblis
Ending calamitously with the kiss
Of booze-powered sentimentality
Easing our way to grim reality.
- Happy New Year, folks!
- Another poem tomorrow – hangover permitting.
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