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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, class system, class war, gunner, poetry, tax, tax avoidance, UK poet, Yorkshire accent, Yorkshire poet
The Old Gunner
Last one to go down
Fighting hard
A shooting star
Bucks the trend
Yet to what end?
Keep your feet to the fire
Squash the poor man down
Loopholes and promises
It’s gunner change
It’s gunner end
Taxing the senses
Try hard to pretend
Banking your pence’s
And yet to what end?
Ground moonbeams roasted
And fed to the masses
Who don’t ask questions
Morals and molasses
Standoff at Dodge City
Ten paces at dawn
Ethical genocide
Battle lines drawn
Highway robbery
Caffeine snobbery
Dead man’s boots
Amazonian roots
The Old Gunner
Last one to go down
Fighting hard
A shooting star
Bucks the trend
Yet to what end?
© The Old Gunner 21.02.2013
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Cowboy (Photo credit: Kevin Zollman)
Worldly Winds 
Everything moves on and changes. Nice tribute to the lost and memory.
Oh yes it does – let’s hope the changes keep on rolling 🙂
🙂
To the end of the Old Gunner, Cheers!
Let’s hope so 😉
Reblogged this on blue plum blossoms decoded.
Sip not of the black bean to feel, belly heavy, full of roasted rage to get your through the day, but instead soar with a sip of tea, leaves plucked fresh for a golden infusion, herbal or otherwise a pure delight, energy absorbed from the skies. Last not but lone maybe, we all stand 10 paces away from meeting our destiny, the trick is (if willing) to keep it that way.
– Thanks, loved you poem!
Thank you so much 🙂
(Shhh… I don’t drink coffee – ever!)
🙂
“To what end”— hear, here…
Thank you 🙂