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February 2017

The Fletcher Memorial Home revisited

With apologies to Pink Floyd...

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Trump and Pence,
Mr. Farage and Boris, Mrs. May, and Gove,
"Hello Theresa!"
Mr. Putin and party.
"Who's the beardy chap?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous Latin-American Meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favourite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.


28 February 2017