Poems of the Week

Hot Air Buffoon

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“UK must insulate homes or face a worse energy crisis in 2023, say experts”
The Guardian

The folk upstairs, they make a din,
My anger is Vesuvian:
I blow my top, I curse and swear,
My blood like lava heats the air.

The insulation here is dire,
So when their noise provokes my ire
They’ve got themselves, at zero cost,
A self-igniting hypocaust.