Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009


by Mark Richardson

There are other ways to skin a cat, so why do you kill this morning?
Giving me your cold shoulder was enough to start our moaning
Your pigeon chest and legs astride, this kingdom awaits your order
But duckling and sheep is all we are, who dare not even murmur
Another day another dollar, now where turning still no learning
An iron fist to velvet cushion, forever taking yet never earning
So here we stand, hand in hand and wishing it would end
For will this never happen, for life's lesson you don't attend
A sugar pedestal will always crumble, yet still you try to stand
So drop your halo, lead me leader, and make me understand
Watch these rats leave your ship and you doubt you'll shed a tear
Alone you lay, just the echo of thought and no one's even near
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Mark Richardson

Added: 22.04.2009