Are you swamped by endless mis-speak
From the fat and windy arse cheeks?
Are you drowning in the effluence
Of flat earth,
Not worth shit?
Have you had enough of it?
Are you sick of all the sound and fury,
Head fog
Tight wad
Cheap trick
Quick-fix, petty juries?
Are you feeling under siege
To what the populists assume we need?
And does it make your eyes and ears bleed
Every time
Some five and dime
Promotes another Plimsoll line?
And do you groan
Because the chorus is in monotone
And all you really want
Is for the foaming mob
To zip its gob
And bugger off
And leave the blessèd mess they’ve made
The heck alone?

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