Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose


February 2018


Whilst never technically freed, Sally was permitted to leave Monticello after Jefferson's death, to live with her sons in Charlottesville, probably by Jefferson's daughter Martha Jefferson Randolph. Jefferson kept each of the six children as slaves until they came of age, at which point he freed them one by one.

My Valentine Constanza

When I first saw you, I did shake My unwary heart was ensnared By all the interests that we shared Just seeing you when I awake My loving heart rings with warm song Here and now is where I belong... Continue Reading →

The Cost of Living

With the DWP back in the spotlight for their utter disregard and “blatant discrimination” of the needs of vulnerable members of society, I wanted to share this again

Scribbles from me to you

Who said you’re dying, don’t be so daft!
We know you still can do some hard graft
Can’t you sit still an hour and lift an empty box?
Then up off your ass and pull up your socks
We don’t want shirkers and lazy sods
Here’s your application form for a hundred jobs!

Dear Mr Bereaved, we are sorry to hear
That your missus passed away but let us be clear
Her death was inevitable, sure we all must go
She could have appealed. No one was to know.
She answered all 20 questions, the reasoning was clear
So its God’s fault, not ours, that she isn’t here.

Some of the questions likely to have been asked by Atos:

Do you read the paper?
Do you live alone or with someone?
Do you have children?
Do you watch TV?
How did you get here today?
Do you do your own…

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