I counted them. Are 66 poems enough for a book? I guess they might be. There’s a competition in the name of TS Eliot for the best unpublished book-length collection of poetry.
Mm. Trouble is, I’m not a huge fan of ToiletS, as Mark calls him. I don’t think he’s bad, I just think he’s overrated, especially by himself. Still, it’s an opportunity….
Better not include the parody of his work if I do send it in. On the other hand, sometimes a bit of cheek can work wonders. It’s so hard to know… If you don’t know anyone on the inside track, you’re really working in the dark.
Anyway, here’s a work in progress:
The price of prejudice runs high
the guilty and the judged
the jury of your peers floats by
the signature is smudged
The verdict of the inmate
(the powerless know best)
the innocent are intimate
and call at your behest
The guards like dead policemen
override your sleeping form
reverse two-fingered peace, man
your block goes down a storm
You’re calling on Jehovah
while warders work to rule
slop out till time is over
as they’re witnessing your stool
That’s all I’ve got so far. It’s a bit rough round the edges. And I know the “peace man” is a bit contrived – but do you know how few words rhyme with “policeman”?