A Better Life

A poem inspired by newspaper stories of modern day slavery.

She wears a surgeon’s mask
To graft beneath the glare
Fourteen hours at the task
While passing shoppers stare

Threading eyebrows, buffing nails
It’s hardly a fresh start
Housewives sharing sad tales
Won’t mend her broken heart

A mattress on concrete
Is where she makes her bed
Other's heads at her feet
Twelve cramped inside a shed

Wanting a better life
Borrowing on the chance
She could be Ernie’s wife
But he just wants her to dance

The Twitter Tide

Stop picking fights on ‘the Twitter.’ Do something good. Pick up some litter

I swipe and browse and take my pick
Decide whose views will make me sick
I’m wary to take the right side
I must swim with the Twitter tide
Hate the Mail and slam the Tories
Attack Fake News! Made up stories
But what really do I achieve?
In a world of lies, make believe
Shouting down the mentally ill
Bully and bend them to my will
Amplifying the needy, bored
Cut them down with my moral sword
Follow the mob, know what to preach
On my own terms I’m all for free speech
(Don't live online, picking fights on Twitter
Do something good and pick up some litter).

Ambulance Chaser

Can’t stand the idiots who shoot out of a long queue of traffic to follow the space created by emergency services. Someone might be dying, but if you get to your sales meeting every cloud eh?

In the rear-view mirror, blue lights
Sirens. You swing out. The gap’s tight
Catch a ride on a heart attack
Your meeting at nine’s back on track

Redundancy Cadillac

Johnny Bunn lived over the back
He bought himself a Cadillac
Stars and stripes upon the bonnet
His redundancy’s what won it
 
While others cleared their mortgage debt
Or tried to drink away regret
Jon played Dixie and hit the road
To Hell with other’s moral code 

Doctor’s Waiting Room

Toddler dials a Fisher Price phone
A guy with bad feet sits alone
Stickle bricks tumble to the floor
Leaves blow in through a broken door
Receptionist shouts for Mr Gray
Mumbles ‘Sorry, half-hour delay.’
Posters warn of TB and flu
A Step class for a healthy You
Pensioners read the People’s Friend
It seems this queue will never end
They’re late, its crowded, so much stress
God bless the grafters of the NHS