Through me among the people lost for aye –
Dante
We were set upon by the leopard
the lion and the stinking she-wolf –
also known in these parts as Pleasure
Ambition and that foul Avarice –
whilst stiff Reason stood off-stage
with no straight lines or measures –
as our small state folded in on itself –
as our families split because of it –
and now wade through a cesspit
left by the cage-padding haters
Vituperous – you lie –
you low politicians –
with your back-slap careers
and solid state pensions
You’re immune to the illness
as this state becomes
The Sick Man Ex-Europe –
the ailing one
Hide in your shepherd huts –
short the future –
your acts have created
these Alt-Right tumours
You’ll parade through The Lords –
wearing garters and ermine –
having laid out your poison
for us – the sick vermin
Pooh and Eeyore
were spotted down town
dinner for two,
the c#nt and the clown,
whilst out on the street
their free limos purred,
poisoning the air,
as the pair conversed;
a meeting of minds
in a New York bar,
then back to the day jobs
to cause more harm.
Story HERE
Cameron has spoken,
but not to us,
instead he’s been paid
by the rich in the US;
his career rebooted
on the speaking circuit,
that place where failure
is circumvented.
And his old neighbour,
George-the-disjunct,
is raking in pounds
also speaking in tongues.
