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
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.
comeuppance is a treat to see because,
let’s face it: could the bastards be
and should not their sure demise
succeed the misery of battered, tattered
had it up to here and popping,
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.