Sympathy,
Sympathy,
The Bastards
have it
in for me;
Men in blue ties,
repeating their
knotted lies.
Trust nobody,
especially your friends,
because ultimate power
ultimately ends.
Tag: conservatives
#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]
Posh-born
You can judge a man
by the width of his smirk,
revealing, briefly,
his mind at work:
Front bench foolery
can be explained,
whilst the country’s soul
is slowly drained:
Hang out with Gove,
and his ‘Game of Thrones’,
there’s much to watch
on mobile phones:
Posh-born, benching,
for many years more,
smiling, sucking,
on us, the new poor.