Heeby GB’s

There’s a stamp on my car,

It say’s GB;

I’m leaving GB

for a spell, you see.

And there’s something

deeply troubling me-

about my land of songs and tea.

 

There’s anger like I’ve never known.

Fires lit,

fuses blown;

Curses reaped from

bad seeds sown-

Snap decisions.

Good sense flown.

 

So I’m off for a bit

from Old Blighty,

Yet hope for the best

for dear GB;

And prey, in due time,

when its less crazy-

For some hope, and some joy, and serenity.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

 

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