The airy-scary, lofty mist on which floats Iain Duncan Smith

“La, la, la, la,”
Thus spake the minister,
His fingers in his ears,

[He sneers]

Is deaf to all
The tears and fears,
He does administer.

“Faith,” he said “is what I have
And you must place
All yours in me.

Use scrutiny
And you will find
The evidence is
In my mind.
No! I insist! You shan’t resist!”

And everybody laughed.
And paused…
Then gasped,
For, every victim knows:

The faithiness of I. D. S.
Perpetuates a Right old mess
As everywhere he grows distress –
[Yes! Even in the South, it shows!]

This moralising creature seeks
To preach and tweak
To keep us meek
And grateful
For the woes imposed with
Bile-whipped froth and servile
Lies.

See how he plies his puerile views,
Ill-challenged by the mainstream news.

Look on his wonders and despair
At action spawned by evidence
That simply, really isn’t there.

There is no cap
On this man’s duplicity.
The tap won’t close
On his cold stupidity.
He doesn’t give a crap for compassion –
His proclivity
Is more towards insuring
That the gap he values highly
Is prised wider –
Keeps the poor
Slapped down and trapped
In pens of punishment for
Spiteful ‘governmental’ ends that
Clearly benefit the selfish shits who
Praise the Great Divide that funds
Their ways and thrives,

All thanks to the hypocrisy
And airy-scary, lofty mist
On which floats Iain Duncan Smith.

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