1795: Thursday Clap Trap

I duck your politic-clap
[an evening’s clatter of
pots with old utensils]/
I hide from malt-horses
who plan to sell off our
free-to-pleb perquisites

I hole-up from crossers
who put slack fuck-wits
at jack-flagged lecterns
[political-sops applaud
in staged photo opp’s &
spit a fatigated plaudit –

so many regrettably lost
lives – not jobs curtailed
by Mr George Osborne
& his austerity planners
under strikes of dogma]

I will hide my face in my
hands when they appear
& vie [aloud] for my vote
[my box crossed] – never
applaud Tory marauders


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