Valentine

And no one  may unravel this blissful thread

The Valentine is sent; longing cannot be unsaid

This mistress of time is no measure of chance

She has a debt to collect and a destiny to dance

From out the hopeful hearts that cling to youth

She takes some vitality but bestows worthy truth

A gift of love she brings forth upon a loving wind

For all the happy times the young have sinned

And in the loving war of desire all is bloodless

For it takes only a card of intent to do it justice 

Bafta’s

What's it about; who the hell knows?

Faux appeals for equality in costly clothes

Commercial novelty for a selfish aim

Hollywood's hobby now an English game

And I saw some of the Bafta’s last night

Our glittering display of celluloid might

It's the pre-orgasm Oscars; UK foreplay

Little real talent, but yet, so much to say

Some political posturing to make it real

All ignored when it's time to cut a new deal

And I watched about as much as I dare

But does anyone but the business care?

And I confess, it troubled me to distress

To see former beauties become aged actress

Bearded men abound and everyone guesses

They'd rather wear their partner's designer dresses

Stage

For none clearly sees the aim

When at stake is Twitter fame

The world's becomes a new stage

On which the liberals now rage

But forgive the eccentric topics

Of all these ill-advised myopics

Protest is all very well and good

But don't do it because you could

And so, round and round, it goes

Where it will stop, nobody knows 

Demo

Finally at last, the weekend is here

Now's the time for a new demo my dear

Don't worry what we will protest about

Just so long as we dance, scream and shout

We'll wave high our placards and banners

Shout f**k and c**t to show our bad manners

And don't wonder if will it do any good

All this venting of media-led bad blood

When Monday comes, we'll be at home

With consciences as shiny as chrome

For when all is said and done

Here in the safe suburbs protesting is fun

We'll drink latte; update our social feeds

With tall stories of our valiant deeds

And in the real world nothing will change

And no one seems to find it strange