Tuesday, 19 June 2018

No Hope for Chope

I fancied some titilating photos
    so I went on an upskirting hunt
I didn't really care about consent,
    that's if I'm being blunt
I came across Sir Christopher
    and thought I'd have a punt
I'd capture a peek of his private parts,
    I'd chortle and I'd grunt
It seemed to me a great idea,
    a harmless and witty stunt
But what was the image my camera showed?
    A big, wet, swollen, vulgar affront

© Janine Booth

Chope's ignorant objection to the upskirting bill shows how little female consent matters to a lot of men in power

Janine Booth lives in Hackney, East London. She writes and performs poetry, and has had three slim volumes of poetry published. Janine posts poems and political polemics at www.janinebooth.com