vacuity

 

 

….the vintage champagne bottle

bath robed by the jacuzzi

chills -

it ‘s head just visible -

it chooses hanging out

with boy bankers -[

things could get worse

corruption - what a curse

but meanwhile

it forgives the plastic cups

the swaddling

so health club staff don't see

this willing teddy bear

that cellared boom and trough

the trust fund bankers laugh

they speak of future peaks

and peaks - and peaks

a south sea bubbled madness

makes them eulogize

their minted race of bankers

no one could possibly despise

the champagne - running empty -

drawls

'oh blah blah blah

and jolly blah'

 

 

 

Liz Callingham

 

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