I am not trying to be clever, it’s just how I feel. Sorry NHS, sorry public services, sorry hard working people on shit wages. Now its time for the big blue finger.
A poem I wrote a little while ago regarding Thursday’s general election. I will be voting, but I will feel a little like I’m choosing a sandwich in a bad supermarket:
Sounding off in Carluccio’s. a little eave’s dropping this morning confirms the bullshit motto taught to me by my Great Uncle Gilbert. (Wonderful man). Just look at that finger.