Boundary Commissions!
I wrote this poem during the Brexit negotiations and it's one of those 'Stay out of my back yard' type of poems. Not 'Copperhead Road'. But you catch the drift. From Youtube.
Boundary Commissions!
There were certain legacy issues here,
Leftovers.
Conversations,
That were not about the conversions
That were known to the Guards
Paid handsomely.
Due diligence on the green diesel
And you could be out for hours
Fly tipping.
The drones
Up for the discussion
There was money in the mattress
The disposables.
Sterling stuff
The sprouts.
Twenty five after four
Of a Friday
And sure who'd answer the phone
Anyway!
Down here
It was Dublinitis
Out there....
We look after
Our own!
Frank Murphy.
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