Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!

Canadian goose is getting fat

time to kill and pluck him

to put that coat upon your back

maybe cost a monkey*

even cost a grand

spare a thought for the poor, the homeless

with whom you share this land

 

not criticising your purchase

but maybe stop and think

on life’s forgotten army

it’s not champagne they drink

 

Retreating from society

all its phony rules

POWs of austerity

Policies so cruel

So the gap just widens between the rich and the poor

a tale of two cities

where greedy men want more!

 

Some talk of revolution

overthrow and change

evolution of mankind’s soul,

desires rearranged

 

Give to Ceasar

what is Ceasar’s

Pursue the path of truth

For its only money that provides a homeless man a roof!

 

Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!

the goose is getting fat

Slaughtered, roasted, eaten,

scraps left for the cat,

whilst the one that lays the golden eggs

sits quietly on my lap

the one that lays the golden eggs

sits quietly upon my lap….

 

M.C. Bolton, December 2017

 

*£500