politics is a sham

Our leaders, the bleeders

Parasitic leeches that reach

Into the core of our being

And drain us of feeling


Emotion the lotion

That washes our notion

Of serenity, of purity

That once was stored in the Vestery


They test me

With questions and vexations

The nations

Downtrodden soul groans


Yet they bloat, fat and swollen

As we decline, broken

By too much betrayal, our apathy

The final nail. 


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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