In the company of ordinary people, Clammy night encapsulated, Out of fifty languid souls, Lined up against the host’s burgundy wallpaper Stinking of nicotine no less, Waiting for a firing squad Or another drink which would suffice, There are eyes… Read More ›
But I guess the truth is
There is nothing here
And her mind is full of weeds
Desperate to strangle the beautiful flowers
In my garden,
Parliament have not, as yet, and are unlikely to, deliver Brexit to the citizens of the country. Basically because most of the MP’s in the commons were so called remainers and have kicked the can down the road since day one. Democracy be gone.