blue periwinkle
amid the morning frost
ten kilos of Cookie dough
© Rachel Green January 2025
Thou art a whiny cunt, my dear old friend
although you taught me much of art and life
a new play written every year, to fend
against the poverty of common strife.
You took a wife to breast to look the part
of cultured man and upper-middle class
I'm sure it helped she had a decent start
of birth and possession of a slender arse.
She left you free to write and travel lands
in poverty and starved by years of war
and put on plays; alleviate the sands
of early onset death; from boils and sores.
Dear Bill, we all revere you, tell us how
to live beneath the fascism of now.
© Rachel Green January 2025
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