A Crooked Lightning Bolt

Walking this burning deck

Life’s becoming a pain in the neck

Where’s that healing pill

A wellness, instead of this daily swill

Dribbling out of the great white one

Carrying on like a piece of dung

Crazy statements like, “Drink Dettol”

Spewing from his cake-hole

And stupidly, “You loot, we’ll shoot”

Sickly crap off his swanky boots

With a raised Bible in hand

A crooked lightning bolt struck our land

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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