Hidden Agenda

Well-versed in deflection
Adept sleight-of-eye
We swallow confection
No hint of a lie

With no information
To pad out the cues
We’re sunk in deflation
That borders abuse

And used to the stories
So rarely explained
We vote for HisTories
And nothing is gained

Consistent imprudence
Of well-feathered nest
Career jurisprudence
You-know-who knows best

We’re damned by inaction
To more of the same
A knee-jerk reaction
And someone to blame

Diamond Jubilee

Keeping busy through the weekend
While a lady waves and smiles
In a state of slow progression
Royal barging over tides

Common chores, we sand and paint
Our castle; dusty, sweaty, tired
As a radio dictates our mood
The lighting is rewired

Now the weather, grey and gloomy
Fills the skies with silver cloud
And some feeling, so elusive
Charms the proles that swell the crowd

Whether royalist or rabid
Every publican will tell
That the bunting’s decoration
Many coffers more will fill

In the midst of deep recession
With less cash to splash about
Still the luxury of lives uncommon
Fills our heads with doubt