I ventured along to a fireworks display but twice,

yet somehow the ritual of putting up an effigy

on a stoking hot flame, of the misreading

of ceremony that has been tainted and abused

long enough,

especially as the value of Government has fallen

and who now has not wanted to say

a big fuck you and place a single digit,

perhaps with closely chewed nail standing out

as the nervous realisation

of our collective plight takes hold,

who now would not want to see Parliament ablaze…