Saturday, 12 November 2016
Athens 2016 #7 - poem
I'm tired of all this unproductive bile;
I'd rather we could just shake hands and smile.
Why don't we sit and natter for a while?
I see that you're suspecting me of guile
- I have, it's true, described your views as vile -
but someone has to go the extra mile
before we're all completely fucked