The winner of last night’s Bardroom writing competition was David A. Hill (not to be confused with Bardroom founder, David Hill). At the end of the evening, David suggested we post the winning exercise to the blog, an idea we found to be excellent.

The assignment was to write a poem, essay or statement inciting the assembled Bardroom collective to rebellion …

We don’t like them, they don’t like us.
We smell of shit, they look like pus.
We wanted peace, they made a fuss.
We dealt in truth, they offered sus.
So here we are, diametrically opposed,
so here we are, our values all deposed,
so here we are, our disrespect supposed,
so here we are, where we’re going no-one knows.

David A. Hill