Pale Mutabilities Of Death In Wales
Forget them all, their necks, their eyes
Their pale grey suits; their off white ties.
They see all, know all, all despise
And scarcely know they're born
They hold us all in scorn
Beneath their bureaucrat disguise
For them a night of working late
Gives credence to what they create
They network, plot, ingratiate
And always watch their backs
Their intellects are lax
They engender only hate
Instead, remember Genghis Khan
His bloodied swords; his horsehide on.
And know that it will dawn upon
These islands in a week or two -
To off! each off-white tie
To soil each polished shoe
In short, all clothing to remove
To see bare skin which you cannot refuse
With whiteness of skin exposed
On which some chocolate cream you could lose
More easily than you'd supposed
But harder than following what's under your nose
| Contributors: | loaf, Gussie, Ethetran, Grayman, chaise, ellie, Beefy, Roland, Karin, jm, Apsley, Kansas Sam, JoAnna Lucas, Deborah Dufel. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd February 2004 by Anon.. |