I 'm going to stick up my exercise 19 efforts: sonnets
having always been a creepy toad - I've tried to stick to Sir's exercise as described. they therefore both address voter apathy
in terms of form .... the first is francesco followed by william
oh and there is a bit of swearing so click off if offended
If only I could make you stick a cross
inside a box beside a name. Good men,
men like my granddad fought back then
in black and white and died so you could doss
about all day in your pit burning joss
sticks, wanking, texting then wanking again
fighting fake wars in your playstation pen
a vote’s too much to ask. Well it’s your loss.
I look at the shitty shower of crap
free market marketing men selling tame
identikit politics off the shelf
coming in different colours of clap-trap.
I weep and then I start to feel the same.
I think I’ll go and have a wank myself.
Just sixty-one percent or thereabouts
got off there arses, voted Tony back
in (getting Gordon), meaning, non turnouts
have turned out to be default winners. Smack!
Take that my dear democracy. KO’d
by apathists who never raised a glove.
Will no one fight for suffrage? No. Vetoed.
The torch is out. A wilted rose. Dead dove
The workers upped themselves with Thatcher. Since
then ballot boxes have begun to loose
their old appeal. New Labour makes me wince
with shame, New Tories, blue or red, you choose.
I’m now the stay-at-homers' "stay at home."
I’ve caught democracy fatigue syndrome.