Marxist. Trade Unionist. Socialist-feminist. Author. Poet. Speaker. Tutor. RMT ex-Exec. Workers' Liberty. Autie. Bi. PUFC fan.

Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

Ambushed by a Cake

Submitted by Janine on 28 January 2022 at 13:59
He was taken aback
by a slice of flapjack
Spliced by an iced bun
that jumped him for fun
 
And the poor bloke was wholly
jammed by a roly poly
He was knocked quite agog
by a shocking chocolate log
 
He was stunned by a lunge
from a moreish Victoria sponge

Bring Your Own

Submitted by Janine on 13 January 2022 at 11:13

Bring your own booze
Bring your own excitement
Bring your own rules
Bring your own entitlement
Bring your own germs
Bring your own immunity
Bring your own free pass
to party with impunity

Us and Them

Submitted by Janine on 13 January 2022 at 08:09

A golden shovel based on the final stanza of The Mask of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

They hold us down but still we rise,
deference dies, we bite them down to size. Like
Jayaben roars, we are the lions,
Mr Manager, you'll do no more damage after
we've dealt with you. Stretching from slumber,

Flexing our muscle, exercising our minds, in
readiness for when they find that they are not unvanquishable
as they thought. They bought power but we have number.