Paul Weller. The Jam's 'Going Underground' specifically. Just as relevant today, really.

He's like the fat lad throwing a tantrum on school sports day because he came last in the egg-and-spoon race.

Can we still call the USA a civilised country at this point?

If this encompassed music as well, I would so have a series of poems for you.

This brilliance. Came out in 1945. Watch it every Halloween.

Absolute foaming-at-the-mouth barking batshit. Also, illiterate. He means "justifies" not "verifies". Seriously though... why is he still in the White House and not a secure ward?

Ooh! This sounds marvellous. Bath is a but too far to come from northern Scotland, but I'm definitely ordering one. 🤓

"We can’t begin to know, yet we arrive all the same." Loved this poem!

"I bit down on my fangs, sat on my claws and agreed to their behaviour plan..." Deeply sympathise with this, Madeleine. Brilliant control of a metaphor that describes the fury and resentment we feel when society clamps down on difference. Especially when they do it to our children.

My pebble 'Violent Night' is one of the 39, and in most excellent company. 😊

Thank you Madeleine!!

This kind of thing is what makes sane people hate America.

Thank you!! ❤️