Friday, 12 April 2019

Black hole


Bending light with its gravity
And drawing all of life
And time back into itself
Like the deepest, darkest
And densest black hole
You would need 
the largest telescope on earth
and even then 
you probably would not find
Theresa’s May’s soul.

Obviously she is human
She is governed by biology
And she lives in this galaxy
But that apart
The whereabouts are a mystery
Of Theresa May’s heart

Perhaps in Greece
In leopard print
She would be inspired like us
To some great ecstasy
On a beach, by Orpheus

But I don’t think so
She moves mechanically
And she is never rowdy
She’s a tin automaton
Part robot and part mouse

Drink sangria while there’s time
Count your blessings
And try to move south
But it’s probably too late
Do not be sucked
Into the death star
Of Theresa May’s mouth

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