Mine, and occasionally others'.
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Once Thatcher sold our silver for a song
Our telephones, our water, power and steel
The vultures were not satisfied for long
They wanted snacks to follow up their meal
The public body's stripped, its clothes torn off it
So next they chopped its limbs off piece by piece
And tossed them to the hounds that sought to profit
And let the corporate speculators feast
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Carillion’s
Made its billions
Now its debt is so big, its account’s in vermillion
With coldness reptilian
It dumps on civilians
Rides off into sunset; the Tories ride pillion
If it were not so serious, it would be vaudevillian
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A place becomes a shithole
when someone digs a hole and shits in it
Someone like you, Donald Trump,
and all the rulers and raiders
and tin-pot dictators
the speculators and devastators
the extractors and the malefactors
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When history tells of mighty kings
Who's working wonders in the wings?
Fighting battles, changing things?
Disaffected Middle-Aged Women!
In 1848 they came
To Seneca Falls to stake their claim
Mature and bolshy, never tame -
Disaffected Middle-aged Women!
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Expectant families
in temporary digs
waiting for a miracle
Led here by a burning star
and a government demand
to be counted
Drawing the short straw
bedding down in the stalls
Because there's no room
in the inner workings
of the political economy
for them
Watched over by
donkeys and sheep
Interrupted sleep
Silent night
Keeping the light on
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In response to the news that the Pope wants to change the words of the Lord's Prayer ...
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My body is a timeline
with every thick and fine line
marking a milestone
time-grown
Each tract and fracture
captured
and preserved
a chapter
in each roll and curve
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She’s safely shut in and yet Hettie gets out
And she goes to the places she cares most about
Hettie gets out under cover of dark
And she pushes the kids on the swings in the park
Hettie meets Beryl who moved out last June
And they chat about old times and tap out a tune
And then Hettie tells Bel she’ll be joining her soon
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Video of Janine performing at NeurodiVERSE, an evening of autistic poetry in Leeds on 22 November 2017.
It includes the poems:
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The Pfizer guys are haggling with the NICE
And while they talk, the cancer spreads again
You’ll get your pills when they’ve agreed a price
You’ll get your answer when they’ve rolled their dice
And dealt your hand out in their counting den
The Pfizer guys are haggling with the NICE
