It’s Said You’ll Suffer The Most

 

It’s Said You’ll Suffer The Most

 

Whether you believe it true

or think it fake

depends on what sleeps beneath your lake -

if you can conjure up huge peaks,

uprearing, looming large

as you boat these waters alone

or not - if you’re scrolling phones.

20 year poor decision, that’s what it takes -

going for second-best seats

the second-most unhappy state -

sticking plasters, pinkies in dykes,

the second-nearest way,  the lookalikes

and just about rights.

Have jungled-up second-rate celebrities,

Love Islands, Big Brothers on TV,

the only way is TOWIE

and vote eviction or don’t vote at all,

austerity and Brexit after all

were pretty good calls

or as near as dammit –

you could sell the second-hand

and shell out billions

on feckless demands

to be tolerant of gender reveal parties.

Do what it was that made your parents feel

that this is just plain common sense,

boy, evicting immigrants,

putting up barbed wire fences,

patrol the white-cliff beaches.

Maggie, where’s your free market now?

Peopled by those tolerant

of diminishing returns.

Who cares? Not him, he’ll leave you to burn

and regard existence on your sidelong screen

as somebody else hurtles ravines.