Tease me dear politician

I seat in my chair hardly containing

The expectations that I know to be vain.

As your image appears I can hear

A sight from my intellect, preparing

To feel your insolent tickles on my brain.

No need for meaningful rhetoric

Such is a thing of the past.

Tease me, dear politician

And make this foreplay last.

I drink your words, like poison,

A bittersweet nectar from shallow wombs.

All that is relevant is that you

Tease me dear politician, tease me,

With exotic fruits, honey and tough love too.

So much fire and air,

So much to look forward to.

And to spice our crippled affair,

Employing a different tailor,

So much more of the same,

Using a brand new silly name

To Baptise each old (ab)used stance.

Tease me, dear politician

Entice me in this everlasting dance.

How I love to watch your emotions.

Your fake outraged faces

And your sincere ones too.

Tease me, dear politician

And I’ll give my vote to you.

Trimmed Wings

Cages of steel and stone made especially for birds of trimmed wings, who have long ago forgotten that they can even fly. Long, raised beaks that block their view and heavy curved nails that nail them to the ground so they can only walk, and sometimes skip, not knowing that they could be tucked away among the pearly clouds. Dark birds, colourful birds, white birds, transparent birds, loud birds and quiet ones too, they all feel an itchy emptiness in their breast, not realising that the answer lies in their now self trimmed wings. The falcons, eagles and owls fly above them with nonchalance and might, with a freedom they claim to offer but never truly deliver, for the other birds are their prey. So the caged birds look at them and dream and hope and think that one day, if they keep their nails on the floor and their beaks high, then one day they too will become a bird of prey, flying free among the others, looking down on all the ones that were too weak or too unworthy to become like them. But that never happens. Only the ones that stop trimming their own wings are the ones that get a chance to soar.