The British public aren’t completely stupid! The bubble has burst!! They can all fuck off to the Cayman Islands with their ill-gotten loot! Lady Mone, Rees-Mogg, Boris Johnson, Cameron, Osborne, Sunak and the rest of the greedy elitist pirates!
They’ll try to bribe us!
They’ll lie!
They’ll summon up fear and division!
They need booting out!
Empires Turn to Dust
Mrs Wibbly Wobbly sits amid the ruins as her empire turns to dust.
Contemplating madness as her government goes bust.
With resignations flying as the frenzy feeds the sharks
While the public hold up zeroes as they go assessing the marks.
Power before people, party before country, ideology before sense;
They are selling us down the river for a pocket full of pence.
Nothing seems to matter to those who climb the tower.
Who cares what happens to anyone so long as they gain power.
They tell us lies; they promise gold and a new shiny dawn.
But the reality is that they offer us the same old dreary morn.
They scare us with their stories of horrors and great fears,
But all of it is just a game and will only end in tears.
So as the government implodes and the rabid nutters reign
Mrs Wibbly Wobbly sells the country down the drain.
She appeases all the lunatics who are now running the circus show.
Clinging on with fingernails as the madness grows and grows.
All the clocks are melting in this silly surreal race
But Mrs Wibbly Wobbly is still doing up her lace.
In or out, hard or soft, they really can’t decide.
All they succeed in doing is widening the divide.
The nation teeters on the brink as stupidity holds court.
While clowns and mad extremists endlessly find fault.
She pressed the button to start the race before she knew where we were going
So where we’ll end up running to – there is no way of knowing!!
Opher – 17.7.2018
The stupidity of how this was all carried out is beyond all measure of reason.
A Brexit vote.
Promised by Cameron and Osbourne, to throw meat to the rabid extremist nationalists, who had already brought down governments with their ideological claptrap, to keep them quiet during the election.
A promised vote with expectations of a coalition and not having to deliver.
An unexpected win.
The vote then carried out with complacency. Nobody believed the population would be that stupid as to cut off the hand that feeds them.
The vote and chaos, resignations and dementia!
May seizing control after the blood bath and siding with the extreme Brexiteers in order to hang on to power and stupidly pressing the button without getting any agreement of what sort of Brexit was required. None other than a silly ploy to try to unite her party that failed miserably.
Chaos and infighting in the Tories as they pulled themselves inside out and time flits by with nothing achieved.
What should have been done with something this momentous is a cross-party group to thrash out what was required before pressing the button – followed by a negotiation from strength.
What we have is time running out and a dog’s dinner served up by a bunch of lying lunatic ideologues like Rees-Mogg and Boris and passed off as a banquet.
What an utter mess. The Tories have sold the country down the river in their quest for power!!
They want their arses kicked!!
The Buffoon and the Toff
The buffoon and the Toff will see Mrs May off.
With their Eton swagger, their cloak and dagger;
There is no doubt, they’ll bowl her out.
Bojo and Mogg, lost in their Brexit fog,
Will open up the rift while careering to the cliff,
And never take the blame, for damage of their fame.
Shambling and strutting, iffing and butting;
What a strange pair, the penguin and the bear;
Eyeing up the prize with their little piggy eyes.
They’ll hang her out to dry and never give a why;
With their posturing and frolics, it’s all just dirty pol’tics.
You stab me and I’ll stab you, any knife will do.
Do they care about you and me or the future of the country?
No, they don’t give a fig, the skunk and the pig;
From their ivory tower it’s only ever about the power.
For the jugular they are slashing with their silly Brexit bashing.
You don’t need a brain to see it’s all a game.
And when they’re all through in – their lying and their doing
They’ll leave us all in ruin.
Ain’t it all a shame.
Opher – 2.10.2018
I wrote this for the Tory conference as they were all vying for position as we come to the last bend.
The manoeuvring is nearly done. The knives are out.
Brexit is in sight.
When they’ve successfully blamed her for the mess they’ll hang her out to dry.
Anybody who is under the illusion that this anything to do with what is best for us, the people, needs to wake up. This is all about power, nothing more. They’ll sell their granny for a few more votes.
