They’ll prise open your jaw
Like ducks filled for foie gras
They’ll give you some pills
To digest the filth
Fatten you up
Consume your insides
Suck up the lies
Suck up the deceit
Keep your receipt
There’ll be no repeat
They’re taking control
Of all of your souls
If we don’t escape
They’ll catch it on tape
And then well be fucked
Like those poor little ducks…
And when this is over
They’ll build a wall at Dover
And here is our empire.
Great poem our kid. If only if it wasn’t scarily true!
Thanks Ali. When it got published I realised it was all pretty dark but yeah, that is our Empire!
I admire the poetic romance but, as a vegan, I feel that the duck is under represented. While we fight the corporation, and the injustices that go with it, we shouldn’t forget the beauty of the duck in its finest form. Quacking!
Hi Phil, thanks for your thought-provoking comments. Ducks are beautiful creatures and I feel your pain of the injustices of said bird. If only they could speak English, or if we had some kind of quack-translator so we could know what they are really thinking, the world would be a better place, I’m sure.