#CPC17
Tossers, tossers,
tossers in suits,
groomed to an inch
of their Tory blue roots.
A lanyard, a sneer,
to let them in,
so the conference starts
and cock-sucking begins:
Motions are raised
in the near-empty hall,
as the screens are filled
by the faces of fools.
They bay for Boris,
pray to lose May,
pull knives out for Gove,
but no big beasts today.
They’ll ship in the blue rinses
on a new battle bus
this one will read:
‘You plebs are now fucked’.
[Poem 865]