Thinking about Falstaff - an original poem

Notes from an April

corporate capitalism
lets its mask slip
the false quiddities
of politics and prose
march on and on and on

an I gives thum thir ale
en thur meat pies
un I fears me
the time 'is blunt wit
will stir uz to murther
on cruel deeds

it's so easy not to care
with wine
with chicken
with wenches
and a slowly breaking heart

and now he's dead!
there are no ways
the ululating mothers
can bring him back
he's gone, he's gone,
only the numbness remains

Image Falstaff by Eduard von Grützner at Wikimedia.

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