Poetry

The Pipsqueak’s Cap and Scrap

a) He spoke in front of the hammer and sickle;
Kool-Aid can be an upbeat, because
he’s not your slick, shiny suit. Mate,
I’m not pooing on the white working-class

I want a more caring, compassionate
Tory who will hotfoot to Scotland.
A strong voice is right. We are the BBC’s
Gruelling final day; a community

of kindly Marxist countries. Leave and free.
We’re not hitting people. In this destructive
wide nothing (inset, in St Albans yesterday)
we will do atrocities tomorrow.

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