The white gallery wall was illuminated

Red White and Fucking Blue

It was an attractive neon exhibit

 

I took a lift to the sixth floor

Where the gender friendly loos were hidden

And wrote on the cubicle wall

Not as you might think

Something rotten

 

My message was deeper than that

 

What does it mean to you

I love my country 

But have long known 

That it does not care for me