Tommy F*cking Robinson

Tommy Robinson,
what a ‘pure’ knob:
Racism fisted-him;
a nice hard cock.

ENL suffered,
Pegida’s scream,
his last-vote’s-breath:
A shallow-beached dream.

I sat with a gay man,
And argued politic,
But his defense,
was pure cock-lick.

There is little hope,
For any one vote,
If none of us manage,
To embrace last-hopes.

My decision is minimal,
With where I live,
But my vote is the one thing,
I can ever re-give.

My grandfather a ‘conchie’,
But I would not, too;
Instead an infantryman,
Whose headstone was due.

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