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.


[October 1999]

From Labour Pangs

with apologies to Tracey Emin