Saturday, 28 January 2012

5 Minute Poem.

Take poem, take title, set clock going see what happens. More maudlin than I expected.


Ozymandias of Argos

I knew a traveller in sports leisure wear 
Who said:—Two fuckin massive TV's I got
Stands 'n remotes. Come look in t' van, 
Half sunk, on shatter'd suspension, no tax 
Or MOT, it sneered at law's command
Tells that its owner well those ideas mocked
Which yet survive, stamp'd on those middle classed,
That mock'd him and the dreams he had
And on his soveriegn rings these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of things:
Look on my shirk, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing remains now: round his way.
Of that large estate, boundless and bare,
The promise of affordable housing, melted away.

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