Darla darkens the day
With tales of aborted ideas,
Perverted perception and rusted sex appeal.
Keep me from swirling cocktails,
Omlettes and pink clouds
Of thick liberal hooliganism.
Keep me from smoky canapés,
Sweaty leather armchairs and red mists
Of muzzy rightist rhetoric.
Keep me from spicy emancipation,
Tequila shots and razor-sharp gashes
Of gloating self-assurance.
It took me three whole breaths
To digest the ignorance
That stuck to the inside of her face.
Raf Uzar
Raf Uzar 