FOR COUSIN TOMMY

This verse is for my cousin Tommy,
Whom I recruited for the cause
Of working as an ardent commie.
In better days we were outlaws.
In those days we were in fine fettle;
So who’d have guessed we’d ever settle
In schools as teachers. Epilogues
Will say we died as running dogs.
What happened to the Revolution
We worked and strained to bring about?
We didn’t have the slightest doubt
We’d be there at the dissolution
Of Capital but now work hard
To pay the monthly Visa Card.