Salisbury Scratch and Sniff
Mother, there's a Spy in me Pie.
There we were minding our own business and a former undisclosed agent and his daughter walk in.
I've just this minute finished incinerating my clothes.
Honest to God, there is no peace to be had.
Come summer the kids will be swopping footy cards with pictures of Russian Ultras.
Bored by Brexit, they needed a distraction and boy did they get one.
Farage's gravelly gavel banging out the European anthem.
This is meat and potatoes to the Patriots.
Beware the Ides of March.
"Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote".
This has gone nuts in May
but I the Shark Fisherman of Wales have to say
this is all about spreading fear, control and co-ercion.
ISIL could only go so far, now Russia have walked into the bar.
Paranoia, distrust and self loathing stalk the walls of White Hall.
From being soft on Brexit she is being hard on Putin.
"Oooh we do like a strong leader, yearning for a Churchill to do a Yalta"
Imagine the bloke who does nothing but watch 24 hour news.
No Horror film could match their views.
It has been non stop since 9/11
Lee Rigby, don't forget, 7/7
It's not only Novichok that is playing on our nerves.
There is an emotional pain that the wind, snow and rain cannot disdain.
We are experiencing a collective trauma as we wait for the train.
The silence of commuters, the memory of Parsons Green,
CCTV, no sight unseen.
Once again I state the bleedin obvious because I can.
As yet, I haven't been given a ban for speaking my truth.
Stopping does not appear to be an option.
The world turns and we revolve with it.
There is always hope but we are spinning out of control.
Throw the Polar Bear a life belt!
Hold my Subway and Tuna Melt.
Eve confronted by the apple and snake prefers a Big Mac milk shake.
We are rattling round on pills and for better for ill, this is yet another drill for the four minute warning.
Get under the stairs with your very own food bank because the Russians are coming.
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