Neil sent this in. A very apt selection for this philandering chance and his profiteering colleagues. How long can they continue to pull wool over eyes?
I happened to be re-reading John Betjeman’s poem “Slough,” and in there’s a very fine epitaph for Johnson and his ilk.
And get that man with double chin
Who’ll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women’s tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.