A Semantic Dispute

Today I dress myself in soup
with scotch broth brogues
laced with linguine.

Then I drive in my car
made with self raising yeast
through the Mersey oven.

In Birkenhead I find myself
raised above the rest.
Looking at empty shelves
Where once gingerbread men
worked, turning marzipan
into ships. Before setting
sail into a porridge of uncertainty.

And the confusion lent by
semantic dockers as they strike
for fear working conditions
abused by a management of punctuation
and exclamation! You see?

By Darren Thomas