Councillors

Two enormous women,

two fierce old buzzards,

have come to talk.

They are over curious

about our lives.

They ask a succession

of cringeworthy questions,

my sister is outraged

and throws a sulk.

When they point their smutty

fingers at me, I am rude.

This provokes some feverish

note-taking. The terrible couple

shuffle their thick manila files,

announcing they are satisfied.

They push through the front

door, wearing appeasing smiles.

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