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Her one night stand called her a whore as she left in acrimony,

Her emotions see-sawed between indignity and anger,

That word however clung and sunk into her skin on the commute home,

Admitedly, she approached him like prey

‘Cause she wanted a lay,

And she fancied a bit of rough,

But did not want to leave her number with him to pretend it was anything more,

She was frank, forthright, upfront and graphic about her needs,

He fucked her like a whore and treated her like one too,

As she lay struggling to catch her breath post-coitus,

He called her a ‘passable fuck’ and flung a scrunched up £10 note at her to give to her ‘fella’ as a tip,

It dawned on her that while she was playing her part-

Like eating an exotic meal with chopsticks or bare hands just for the sheer thrill of it-

He was not;

Offended, she swung out,

He moved out of the path of the swing, whispered the word through a smirk, as he pushed her back onto the bed,

Before exiting the room laughing like a manic hyena;

Now, she’s showered half a dozen times,

Scrubbed herself near raw,

Yet…she can’t seem to shake the unclean feeling that’s settled in;

She called a trusted friend seeking comfort,

The friend, listened intently, and replied,

‘When you sleep with dogs hun,’

‘Don’t be surprised if you wake up with flees!’

Pride of Nations

These carefully constructed treatise and concepts of sovereignty;

Are all but the allure of common courtesy and respectability;

Belying the animosity, hostility and unpalatable interplay that truly reigns between rulers;

Much like the relationship between rulers and their ruled, strictly behind closed doors-

(Characatured ‘In The Thick of It’, other satires, and hinted at in numerous resignations)

Perception is everything;

With occasional public airings proving to be highly damaging and embarrassing to the status quo;

When image invariably colours public opinion, and is normally determinitive of policy;

Much more is unseen, than seen;

And often times, war is engaged by stealth and is undeclared;

When this animosity spills over for public consumption however,

Pride of nations, often comes before a fall,

While on the other hand:

Such secrecy may be another reason a third great war has been avoided thus far;

Whether we should seek a change, requires immeasurable levels of trust between rulers,

When, evidently, there is none;

So, there is unlikely to be a credible alternative to the status quo, for now!

Fog of War


The fog of war has descended ;

Thick enough to overwhelm and blight the veneer of daylight,

Everything and nothing are the twin tools of a propagandist;

Believe not from whenst even the wind cometh;

Nor the sudden sharpness to the cold, tricking your goose bumps to rise;

Each act is a strand of a cloak of many colours or none;

Obfuscation has no limitations y’see,

And your continued naivety unto oblivion if necessary, is the only prize!