Judith Lofley
Reading and writing
and re-writing
and formatting
in government-speak
from the timeless void
of waffle and wonder
turns brains to Weetbix.
The worst part
is reading the foreword
beside the photo
of the half-witted grinning Minister
who signs in a scrawl of thought
or rather,
the uploaded image is inserted
from the shared drive
and positioned for truth.
One day you may find yourself
standing beside the aforementioned fool
and will spit on the floor
if you’re not a fucken lady.
This, you may think, is Machiavellian Man
Like some Mac in his Valiant
Plymouth or Chrysler
either way, all dick and no cock
like a grandmother would say
except she may be another fucken lady
and would say it another way.
Read instead a poem
to dilute the policy.