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