|It started with Covid –
everyone cuttin’ their hair.
Till we got legless:
throwing clumps in the air – like we just don’t care.
Now we just can’t stop
doing the Covid cropI can’t do zoom,
I’d clear the room –
or get upstaged by an I.T. nut.
I’m oh so lonely,
Now in lockdown,
You’ve shaved your head,
I must conform,
Coz now we just can’t stop
And I’m not… a junior hairdresser…
|Des Mannay is a Welsh writer of colour. His first poetry collection, “Sod ’em – and tomorrow” is published by Waterloo Press. He is co-editor of The Angry Manifesto poetry journal. Winner -‘rethinkyourmind’ poetry competition (2015), LIT-UP poetry competition (2019). 2nd/ highly commended – Disability Arts Cymru poetry Competition (2015). ‘Gold Award’ – Creative Futures Literary Awards (2015), shortlisted in 7 competitions Performed at numerous venues/festivals, and published in various poetry journals. Work in 18 poetry anthologies. Find him here – https://www.facebook.com/The-stuff-wot-I-wrote-Des-Mannay-hooligan-Poet-576397895839781/|