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From piano-forte
To pianissimo, impro
Has it all to play.
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Your Royal Highnesses
And every aristocrat, pray
Be orf and don’t come back.
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A republic means
A country that’s made itself
Unmonarchable.
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The rich and powerful
Like it when we bow and scrape.
Don’t participate!
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Live life by profit
And loss. Lose your soul and let
Profit be your boss.
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Expensive perfumes
Containing hardly any scent
Make hardly any sense.
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Last night I dreamt of
Rebecca again, and tonight,
Reader, I’ve read it.
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They were the best times,
They were the worst times, even
Without genitives.
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A foreign country,
Where things aren’t done the same way.
We call it the past.
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A wife is wanted
For a rich young bachelor.
Of that we’re all sure.
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April. Bright and cold.
The clocks were striking 13,
19, 84.
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Bugger all down here.
Let’s pray intelligent life is
Being clever up there.
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Turkeys, vote en masse
For Benjamin Zephaniah!
Don’t vote for Christmas.
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Humanity and
Humaneness: hopelessfully
Syninymical.
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Hey Joe, where you going
As eponymous hero
Of that hateful song?
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One can never be
Too clever, except when one’s
Too clever by half.
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Initial ID
Isn’t the real entity
Of identity.
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Be true to yourself.
That is, if you remember
Which self is your self.
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Whether you travel
Near or far, it’s not easy
To arrive at who you are.
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Are you a glass half-full
Or a glass completely empty
Sort of not-full glass?
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Cleverness is nice
But it’s not clever to be
Clever but not nice.
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Look up on YouTube
Led by Donkeys and you’ll see
We’re led by donkeys.
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Rejoice and be glad!
For this poem is both short and
Comprehensible.
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I wasn’t really
There in the 1960s:
I remember them.
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At seminary
I learnt being good is better
Than bothering God.
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A world religion
Is a cult that’s currently
Holy sectcessful.
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The dead don’t come back.
The living don’t want to leave.
Brexit’s total crap.
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Paz em três linguas.
Síocháin i dtrí theanga. Mír
Ve třech jazycích.
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Neznámý jazyk.
Krásný schovaný výhled.
Otevři okno.
Teanga iasachta.
Radharc an-álainn i bhfolach.
Oscail an fhuinneog.
Lingua estrangeira.
Vista linda não vista.
Abre a janela.
A foreign language.
A beautiful unseen view.
Open the window.
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Would you have others
Do unto you, sisters, brothers,
As you do unto them?
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Perfectionism
Plus imperfectionism
Makes humanism.
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Not knowing how to spell
His name didn’t diminish
William Shakspere’s fame.
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I wandered lonely
As a cloud that floats on high
Over No Entry signs.
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Half of England owned
By one percent is serfdom
In a change of clothes.
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Sod the effing bastards!
(Unpoetic language is fine
If kept to one line.)
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The fearless soldier
Goes down fighting. The writer,
Right to the full stop.
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Does, mirror, mirror,
On the wall, Mandela Effect
Affect you at all?
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Indefinite a
And most definitely the
Shouldn’t end like that.
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Up the pears,
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Shouldn’t mean
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As mighty oak trees grow
From little acorns, just so
Plant little poet trees.
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Always a better,
Always a worse, but never
A mediocrer
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Be the best you are,
Not the worst you’re not, and then
Let all the rest rest.
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How to put the world
Out of order: pander to
People like Putin.
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Undisputedly,
A murderous psychopath,
Vladimir Putin.
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A prayer for Putin’s
May parade: May it rain, may
It rain, may it rain.
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Says Mr Putin,
Don’t be good. If I could be
More evil, I would.
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Which side gets butter?
Patriarch K thinks it’s better
On the side marked P.
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I’m coming for you,
Владимир Путин. My name
Is Fate. Как дела?
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Seven, eight, nine, ten,
Eleven. Evil bastards
Don’t go to heaven.
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Tories are revolt
Ing. Boris Johnson’s revolt
Ing. Why aren’t we re
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Political poems
Can be too polemical.
Peace is poetical.
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Perhaps that’s not
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Women from doing
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Will the world survive
Is a fuss about nothing.
The worry is us.
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Leave the Moon alone!
Be content with fucking up
Planet Earth, our home.
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Things could be better
Elsewhere in the multiverse,
If not multiworse.
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Our galaxy and universe.
Unique. You and me.
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Can confuse what’s eruright
With what’s eruwrong.
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