Your punchline is your own. Don't forget.

I always knew life was a

Bad

gameshow.

Weals of misfortune

turn

And we’re in

LOCKDOWN.

Play your cards wrong

And

Your temperature is

Higher

Not lower. Unlucky! You must

SELF-ISOLATE.

Maybe when, or if,

But mostly

When

This is all over

We’ll realise that

There’s no nobility in

Being kept in the red

And out of the black

Or that the prizes

We are promised

Are like Bully’s Speedboat:

Glinting guiltily and

Unattainably

Behind a curtain.

I always knew life was a

Bad

Sitcom.

It didn’t take much

Now we’re

All

Not going out.

Friends coming around

Seems half

A world away,

And the Royal Family

Sit on gilded sofas.

Democracy

My Arse.

Maybe when, or if,

But mostly

When

This is all over

We’ll realise that

When we vote this way

This is what can happen

And always does happen

Or that all of the jokes

Come from Westminster

And Eton-soused arseholes

And all of the jokes

Are on us

And always were.

I always knew life was like a

Bad

Action film.

Live and let die,

Die another day,

Death

Becomes

Us.

A glowering infernal

Pulp friction

Tent in quarantino.

Sliding doors of

The tube

Smushing in contagion.

Maybe when, or if,

But mostly

When

This is all over

We’ll realise that

It doesn’t matter

What glowing gold is in the suitcase

Because we’ll never have it.

Or that the stars

Will wink at the rich

And the taxes

That could have clothed

And fed

The world

Will pay for Elon and Jeff and

Richard and the rest

To escape gravity.

I always knew life was like a

Bad

Poem.

Quatrains that don’t scan.

Badly-formed couplets.

At all times keep two

Pentameters

Apart.

Cynghanneddau fler

Wedi greu gan

Gyfrifiadur

Neu, hyd yn oed,

Geiriadur.

Dim ots beth bynnag.

Maybe when, or if,

But mostly

When

This is all over

We’ll realise that

If we can just sing

And not care about notes,

Well, cliché it may be

But the sweetest melody

Is freedom.

Or that there are words

For everyone.

Nobody can steal your thoughts

Or loves

Or any of that.

Cause whether sonnets

Or clerihew

Or I don’t know what –

The miracle, the prize,

The last-second rescue

From the blaze

Are within us

And if we just can

Share

Then we can turn it all good.

Don't you agree?
That people

Are

Good?