Bare Man Blowing Bubbles

We’re blowing bubbles for peace,

great big transparent balloons

of air and fairy liquid,

hiding from raging dipshits

and my sense of peace

is something wonderful.

 

You can taste their sweat in the air;

your legs cramp up

and you’re almost falling

down again.

 

People are scared

of what they’re scared of,

but the police

keep peace

along the high street,

and this is an interesting metaphor,

because the locals are hopeful

standing in the high street,

while the actual demonstration

marches down a side street.

 

Horse shit

from the police force

for the public

to stumble upon;

dumb organisations

calling for racism

ruining my Saturday

afternoon.

 

Bare bubbles

blowing down

the high street.