Saturday, 15 October 2011

The Yes Men

See how they meet
in locations far flung
when they feel
something urgent needs to be done
and under the sun
and under their guises
and titles
these junkets proceed
one fix
to the next
with little addressed
but the postcards back home
with pictures of palmy tropical scenes
or mountains and lakes
and the pistes of your dreams



  1. Great rhythm to this poem, Gwilym.

  2. Oh yes, Gwilym - and they get absolutely nothing done at all. We have got plenty of these in government at present.

  3. the rhythm is a bit far flung ... but thanks Gordon

    Pat, they tend to rise to the top like you know what! And I don't mean cream on milk. There's some strange universal law at work.


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