Vicious, I know,
but why isn’t it
instead, who’s dead:
a liar or hypocrite
or spouter of shite?

Who will we trust now
to pull the rug,
unmask the thug
and deflate the smug?
To call humbug.

Nice and slow
your straight face told
how the world was bent.
Your heart was gold
well spent, John, we lol’d.


JMC 1948-2017
Drawing (2013) and verse by W.H. Chong
See a loving tribute from his publisher Michael Heyward.


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