Two poems today as I have two issues burning in my chest and making my brain itch.
Politics and ants.
Here is a poem.
Today a large proportion of the country
was jubilant as waves of deep, dark blue
washed over maps.
For those of us looking in at the celebrations.
we may take some solace in the fact that
the Tories started very strongly on their
pledge to create 2 million more jobs.
As Milliband, Clegg and Farage handed in their
notices, three were created straight away.
It’s going to be a hard few months for them
after this result. You can’t claim for three
months if you quit. The only one who will
probably be missed is Farage, I’d wager to say.
OK, we hate him but, let’s face it, we’re going to hate
any leader of UKIP. At least Farage added a bit
of colour to British politics, a fact I’m sure he’d hate.
Of course, it won’t be all doom and gloom for
Milliband. I’ve heard he’s been cast to play Sheldon
in the British remake of The Big Bang Theory.
It’s not all laughs today though.
We are now on the brink of five more years
of austerity, cuts,
the cannibalisation of the NHS,
working people losing money,
pensioners facing more hardship,
some stuff with the EU that
really sounds too dull to try and comprehend.
The result has proved one thing though.
In voting David Cameron to be the leader of
a majority government, we as a nation
have proved the robotics industry
in this country have finally cracked
the fully realistic, autonomous android.
The serrated, razors of the ants mandibles
makes light work of grass. Watching it work
though, I am reminded of the picture
of that bloke sitting on a branch cutting it
from the wrong side. The last green thread
snaps and both blade and ant
tumble to the ground. The ant is not cutting the
grass to eat it, merely to grow fungus.
The ant spends all day, every day cutting grass
so I suppose it need a hobby.