joe2poetry

Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

A pigeon lies there
Dead, bereft of life, throat slit
Cat missed it’s dinner

I’m walking to work
Through sunny and joyous streets
Now don’t want to work

New parties in power
They all made crazy promises
Lots of work to do

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