by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
This is what I’m told is wrong, We’re letting people live too long. We should shoot them all like horses When they drain us of resources. The elderly are everywhere, We can’t afford their social care And if they cannot pay to thrive What right have they to stay alive?...
by Andrew Diamond | May 10, 2011 | Poetry
This is a no fly zone, It’s called the Ladies toilet. You can only come in here If you wear a skirt. Anyone with flies Must go to the Gents. I am the attendant, Soon to be redundant. The Council has to make its cuts. It’s a major exercise, Toilets must be circumcised....
by Andrew Diamond | Dec 4, 2010 | Poetry
He sits in the doorway He fought for his country Has cardboard for cover But hasn’t a door key He was a bit shell shocked He lost his best mate He’s aged twenty three And he’s riddled with hate They gave him a discharge He’s lonely and cold And...
by Andrew Diamond | Apr 25, 2010 | Poetry
Volcanic ash, the planes might crash, so they no longer fly. And up above, a greyish-blue, no engines in the sky. No one’s going anywhere, we’re all stuck on the ground. In Kew they can hear bird song, a most unusual sound. The Country’s losing millions, no goods are...
by Andrew Diamond | Apr 25, 2010 | Poetry
Don’t stare Stop looking at me Impinging on my privacy Your eyes are chiselling at my face Avert your gaze Look into space How dare you glare at me like that Oh what the hell You’re just a cat!
