Communication In Unisex Toilets
The mouth goes flat;
Like a mirthless half-smile.
She thinks I am
I want to tell her, to explain
That the really inconsiderate thing to do
Would be to not raise
The toilet seat in the first place
To say: I'm not perfect,
But I'm not an asshole...
Would she understand that?
Would she understand me then?
Let's talk to each other more,
It increases understanding.
The Best Trainers I Ever Had
Blue, with the insignia silver and green,
The logo of a famous shoe co.
(But one of the still-cool ones, not
Directly associated with sweat shops -
Although they may have been made in one,
I don't know.)
I was eighteen, and had never before,
And have never since, seen
A pair of trainers quite like these.
(So, I was only young, and I can't remember where they were made,
Let alone how that clothing company behaved.)
I left them at my friend Bob's house
After a night out.
And, to my righteously indignant astonishment,
Bob's mum - despite the fact that
There was nothing wrong with them,
(These cool trainers, possibly made by someone half my age,
Possibly for an impossibly-low wage,
with great silver soles that came up on to the heel)
Bob's mum threw them out.
And I was devastated.
And if that's not an apt metaphor for
Late capitalism and all our broken relationships,
Then I don't know what is.
Lions In Cages
Don't blame the lion
For being a lion.
Blame the person
That left the lion's cage open.
Or who puts a baby in the cage with the lion.
The lion will eat
Whenever it needs
And the baby cannot fend for him/herself.
The lion gets shot for eating someone
And is thereby offered in sacrifice
Because (apparently) gods of blame are stupid and afraid
But powerful - they must be appeased.
The lion and the baby are metaphors;
For the stock market and public services.
I should have said that before.
The gods are, oh, let's say....
BLOODY BASTARD TORIES, YEAH?
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.