Now then wouldn’t it be funnywhen you’re running out of moneyand you’re eating all the honey on a sunny afternoon?But the honey bees are makingmore to eat as they are takingall the pollen they’ve been rakingfrom the flowers rund the toon.Slipping twixt poetic voicenow I am heralding my choiceand with a Jack I shall rejoiceas … Continue reading I love a good capitalist lunch