Written during a meeting of Bradford District Council when I was a Councillor.
My will to live is fading fast
Just like an ebbing tide.
How long will this meeting last?
If its lengthy, can I hide?
Will all these speakers blether on
And on and on forever,
Or will we pass a mo-ti-on
To move to the vote – whatever!
I’m bored out of my tiny mind
With bleary, dreary verbage,
And wonder, does normal humankind
Care about this garbage?
© Lynne Joyce 2006