Hands Down
Monday, 01 June 2020 01:56

Hands Down

Published in Poetry

Hands Down

by Raymond Miller

Once the sniffles had begun
my wife joined in accord.
I could see the ending come
and still rose to applaud

just like all those years before
and Fahrenheit 9/11,
I stood up for Michael Moore
and haven't learnt my lesson.

It makes me want to swing a left
at our tight-fisted state
after witnessing the death
of I, Daniel Blake

and this audience that's beaming
approval all around,
when the other side are winning
hands down.