Bigots for breakfast
Spread thinly on toast,
Washed down with a
Strong cup of Joe.
Dictator soup for lunch
With a side of Cesar salad,
Followed by a communist regime
Of potato and cabbage.
Coque au v[a]n for dinner
Enjoyed with an over-opinionated
But full-bodied Chianti.
Finished with a prejudiced
Helping of just-deserts,
And a wafer thin gender-bending mint.
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Published by Maria a.k.a. Bess/Ishaiya
I am an artist, photographer, writer, singer-song writer/musician (pianist), Silversmith/Jewellery Designer and Intuitive. I speak various languages. I am currently retired and continuing to be a student of life. I have three children. And generally speaking I am very spiritual - I also have a very sarcastic and sharp sense of humour... I am what I am and my life's challenge is to 'Know Myself' (so far I'm doing ok with that). I also love coffee passionately. There is so much more to me than all of this, so sit back and have a little read and perhaps you'll discover something new, not just about me but about you too ;)!
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Reblogged this on IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed and commented:
As I am in such a jovial mood I am re-blogging this spiky little poem, inspired by the ‘generosity of spirit’ exhibited by some of the people I have encountered recently. It makes me laugh ever time I read it.
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