Bed, by Tony Blair
The sheets are nipped and tucked;
I have abstained on the pillow.
Here are the hairs of the dog:
the noodle poodles.
Duck down: this is my
freedom of information, and my
last word on the mattress.
In my bedside tumbler,
the culture of excuses. There is a
laptop on my headboard.
It runs on castor oil. And that's
the remains of a Chinese takeaway.
I have made my bed, and I intend
to lie in it.