GOOSE-STEPPING CONGA

GOOSE-STEPPING CONGA   A goose-stepping conga                 As we seize back control. The right to sell Britain                 To the foreign trolls. A racist chant from the Express and Mail                 Hitting us like a venomous hail.   Cummings, Johnson and Farage                 Lying soundbites in a constant barrage   We’ve sold our water                 And electricity Now we’re in the dark                 With sewage up to the knees. Maggie sold the housing along with the oil                 Took the brakes off the city which proceeded to boil.   Cummings, Johnson and Farage                 Lying soundbites in a constant barrage   Seizing back control                 The right to hate Seizing back control                 Before it’s too late.   Now we’ve got greedy Rees-Mogg                 And the profiteering ERG Epitomising continually                 All it is to be greedy                                 Running the country.                                                 Telling us we’re finally free. Skimming off the top for all they’re worth.                 Over-privileged hypocrits who think it’s a right of birth.   Cummings, Johnson and Farage                 Lying soundbites in a constant barrage.   They’re making millions                 While we scrape and scrimp As they sell Britain                 Tories – the biggest pimp! Most of Britain is in foreign hands                 Carting our wealth to other lands. Seizing back control – what a joke!                 We just bought a pig in a poke!   Cummings, Johnson and Farage                 Lying soundbites in a constant barrage Opher – 10.7.2023                    

Poetry – Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Who cares what happens next?

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

We’re getting very vexed!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Just get out! Leave! Goodbye!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

We don’t care if we die!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

We’re just sick and tired!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

If you object – you’re fired!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

The madmen are in control!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

They’ve dug us in a hole!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

A bunch of fascist thugs!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Treating us like mugs!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

They’re stoking up division! They’re stoking up the hate!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Peddling their ‘No Deal’ and pissing on our fate!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Xenophobia, nationalism, racism and extremes

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Someone’s making money! It’s never what it seems!

Brexit  fucking  Brexit

Another Tory mess! Another Tory dire fiasco!

Brexit  Brexit  Brexit

Courtesy of Cameron, Osborne, Farage and co.

Opher 12.9.2019

We’ve now got ourselves into such an emotional mess that the Brexiteers would rather throw themselves into abject poverty rather than stay in the EU.

Farage, Johnson and Rees-Mogg have done a job on us.

A few cartoons on Brexit, Cummings, Trump and justice!!

I thought the Justice one was nice and positive!! That’s what we need!!

Poetry – The Last Post

The Last Post

They are playing the last post

As Cummings flees the ship.

After wreaking havoc,

Leaving us to clear up the shit.

The creepy little toad

Has been Johnson’s right-hand man

Now the country’s in the hands

Of the laziest man in the land.

The puppet master stalks away

Clutching his cardboard box.

Slinking out of Whitehall

Like a stinking, mangy fox.

The buffoon is left behind

A bewildered, bedraggled clown.

The captain of the ship

As the country’s going down.

Opher – 15.11.2020

Coming up with lying slogans to win elections was the slimy bastard’s trade. Having engineered results he set about creating mayhem. He drove all the reasonable men away creating the most extreme party of right-wingers the country has ever seen. His only interest was securing a no-deal Brexit at any costs. An extreme nationalist of the worst hue.

Governing was not important. There was a big enough majority to do anything.

Covid-19 was of no concern. Brexit was the only thing. He steered a hard line without compromise.

Johnson, the puppet, was just grateful to be in power. He didn’t care. Just left him to it. As he purged and lied.

Johnson’s strings were pulled and he was too lazy to be bothered. He was prevented from talking because he did not know what was going on and kept going off message. Cummings let him recite.

He deviously purged and pulled the crew to pieces. He placed his own people everywhere. It was a nationalist coup. The government, the civil service and the media were in his thrall while the blundered buffoon presided over chaos and disorder, bullying his way through.

Biden was his downfall.

Now, in lockdown, with 51,000 dead, with the worst hit economy in the G7, no deal with the USA, a swathe of broken promises, with Brexit looming, Cummings slinks away and the clown is left to pick up the pieces.

I wonder how long he will last?

Poetry – Test My Eyesight

Could it be that Mr Cumming’s poor eyesight made it hard for him to read the rules he had written???

Test My Eyesight

 

I think I’ll take a daytrip

Just to test my eyesight out.

When you can’t see too well

It’s best to drive about.

I know we’re not allowed to roam

But this is an emergency

We’ve both been stuck inside our home

Fed-up with TV.

 

We’ve got a child to look after

What if we become ill?

We’ve driven half the country

And evaded the old Bill,

To deliver him to grandparents

They‘re old but they’re not poor.

Fleeing from a covid hotspot

To take refuge next door.

 

Though the wife was ill

We’re not spreading the disease!

I made up the rules

So I can do just as I please.

We’ve been in isolation –

Apart from going out.

We’re helping herd immunity

What’s the fuss is all about?

 

So me and the mrs

We’ll visit a castle or two,

Just to see if we can drive,

And it’s her birthday too!

We’re not breaking any laws –

As laid down in the land.

If we manage sixty miles

Three hundred will be grand.

 

I’m just testing my eyesight

So I can get back to work.

I wouldn’t want people to think

That from responsibilities I shirk!

No! I’m a key worker!

More important than you!

I make my own rules up

And do what I want to do!

 

Apologise?? You must be mad!

Why such a stink?

I’ve done nothing wrong!

I was acting on instinct!

I know everyone’s been struggling

And making sacrifice.

Surely if ‘they’ all stay at home

That’s enough to suffice??

 

Opher – 27.5.2020

The Corona Diaries – Day 73

I can feel the whole lockdown beginning to relax. The number of new cases and deaths are both coming down. There is a different feel around. People are out, cars are about. Up here they are social distancing – not sure that is the case everywhere though!

That slimy Cummings still has not resigned. The pressure is building!! This is the lying, conniving mastermind behind Brexit who deviously spent his time spinning, lying and spreading propaganda. He’s the one who has boosted Johnson into being elevated above his competence! He needs to go!

One rule for everybody!!! No elitist spin!!

Today a friend of mine dropped in for a socially distanced walk. That was great – a good time to have a good natter. I’ve missed that.

We walked up to the top of my hill (I have now claimed it). Very pleasant day again!

I have had kindle report problems with the covers of both my new books – Star and Green. Seemingly the writing is wrong on the cover is wrong. Not sure how I can put that right. It’s an automatic process? We’ll see. Nothing in life is straightforward.

I’ve been working on my new Ron Forsythe website and blog. Hoping to get it up and running tomorrow. An important step for me. I’m useless at these things.

I’ve been playing a lot of Velvet Underground and Nico. I find her voice so haunting.

A bit of a mixed day!!

Still not ill – so you all stay safe!!