poem: primed and dry

Primed and Dry

I am a tumble drier terrorist
and yet hold my head up high
even when the wind blows hot
I set machine to dry

Tumble Drier Terrorist should
hang your head in shame
forget all the rest of it
you are the one to blame

Tumble drier terrorist
plucks manna from the trees
finding time once washed away
was hanging in the breeze

Tumble Drier Terrorist seeks
mothers of disdain
to plant some seeds of amity
where hostile heads have lain

This tumble drier terrorist
has power in his hand
to press the button any when
and take such path as planned

So Tumble Drier Terrorist
has staked his humble claim
to say the sky is blue today
when all around see rain


Mark Shepherd
dashpoetry.com