SATURDAY 4th JULY 2009.

The idiotic
They tee off a lot,
They’re scattershot;
There’s always some cunt with a gun
Waving it in place of a vocabulary,
Seething in the street and blaming
Belief or the lack of seasonal heat.
Reporting
The wide screen scene they fought
To create whilst panning and scanning
To individual details; manning the
Script’s centre and damning the rest,
Forcing
Attentions best spent elsewhere to
Observe their wares and trickle
Back tales of extraordinary aims
To the dumb patrons of home states,
As an afterthought
Of a patriotic
Mini plot.