Saturday, 24 June 2017

Affairs With Cares

My voice can be heard, and as I stutter
While moaning and groaning about the gutter,
I implore to open the door of the poor
Who importantly matter in a score.

A score of people who are humanly sane
Who play the game of tame and refrain
From grievances to technocrats like rats
Who ply their trade of needless stat's.

I am awash with a summons for justice,
And am feeling cold from the bold
Elements of a scold from being told
By the wavering authority not nice.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

Thank you. Lov elove, Andrew. Bye.

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