Seriously
In my lovely house that’s dry, and my healthy garden wet,
Looking out from my crazy Malvern lump,
I try not to think of Brexit, war and debt,
I try to avoid the words of Trump.
It’s starvation and destruction in a country far away,
But I eat out in the restaurant of my choice,
And I laugh at the satirists and what they have to say,
Oblivious to the power of my own voice.
Then I dash along the street in my fast polluting car,
And drink my Danbooka deliriously,
I ignore the scary news Kim Jung from afar,
‘cos Life is too serious to take seriously.
