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Just Waiting

With apologies to Dr. Seuss and his wonderful "Oh the Places You'll Go". Maybe this will be totally irrelevant soon and with a huge sense of anticlimax the "Partygate" saga can just fade to a dim and distant memory like every other act of callous indifference, incompetence and immorality by those in power over recent years.

The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a bus to come or a train to go,
or spring to come or a pandemic to go,
or a report to come or a PM to go,
or the Met to come or integrity to show,
waiting around for a yes or a no, 
for the truth to finally be told
and public trust to perhaps regrow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for next shoe to fall,
or another excuse,
or more scapegoats to go,
or a war to distract,
or someone else to attack
(the Beeb will do
or perhaps the EU
or maybe a boatload
of migrants or two.)

Everyone is just waiting.

Sue Gray where are you?

Somehow we’ll escape
all this waiting and staying.
We’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing...
You know what I’m saying -
We’re having a meeting
For there’s work to be done.
Just B Y O B -
That’s bring your own baggage,
Filled with a fine vintage.

There’ll be cake

So don’t wait.



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