Dill Weed

What should we use for
License and permission?
The capital’s now shut to
Our ambition —

The powder reeks
Of avarice and spice;
An aftershock
Of smoothly-covered vice —

A smothering of
Cabinets and lust,
A bit of happiness
Ground into dust,

A spatter and a slather
And a skein
Of words of populism
Turned

Insane

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant