Witnessing the inevitable defeat of the Conservative Party

Bittersweet is witnessing
the inevitable defeat of the Conservative Party.

Between hearty relish in
their hellish comedy of terrors
and embarrassment at Old Boy error
after schoolboy error

go the piggies in their own silk poke

with Power,
pungent as a cheaply perfumed soap
from Ivory Tower tripping
on their boring, sour tropes

and the more they slip and squeeze
is the more they prove their need,
the less it pleases decent folk.

And, oh,
comeuppance is a treat to see because,
let’s face it: could the bastards be
more worthy
and should not their sure demise
succeed the misery of battered, tattered
scattered, shattered
had it up to here and popping,
saturated lives

will rise
as Tory flies are dropping
now respect is lost to old rule ties
and cost is counted into value
by the wakened and the understanding wise.