Poetic Quirks

The Satirical Corner

Because some truths land better with a smirk.

Welcome to the no-filter zone, where rhyme meets rebellion.
These verses don’t tiptoe; they stomp through hypocrisy in muddy boots and leave footprints on polite society’s carpet.

If you came for comfort, wrong door.
If you came for clarity wrapped in wordplay and mischief, pull up a chair.

Here, humour isn’t decoration …. it’s demolition.
Every line a matchstick. Every laugh a small act of defiance.

 Come in, come in, the Permanent Sec glides,
 they/them in a suit stitched from a thousand pride flags.
 Rainbow tie pulsing like a disco squid,
 pronoun badge big as a knighthood gong.  

 “Very brave, Minister,” they purr through glitter teeth, More