Country down

Britain is living in permanent smog
The Blighty tail is wagging the dog
The Brexit yacht is running aground
But Remain is “talking the country down”?

They’re having a laugh: just look at the clues
In the options, reactions, events in the News
As our worldly repute is observed at the brink
And the scope of our influence rapidly shrinks

They are having a laugh: just look at the Budget
It’s like the Economy can’t bear to touch it
Best part of a decade, the pips have been squeezed
And now Brexit delivers a wasting disease

The Leavers are nothing with no one to blame
So it falls on the people who voted Remain
But look anywhere, everywhere, under the Crown
And Brexit is bringing the whole country down

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”Faragism survived… Nothing the chancellor does in his budget can help with that ailment.” – Rafael Behr: Philip Hammond’s budget cannot erase the stain on the soul of his party

“We are seeing a shrivelling up of the British economy, a slump towards perpetual mediocrity.” – Ian Dunt: Budget 2017: Hammond paints a portrait of despair

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See Chancer Osborne

See Silly Slinky gun for the Town
Upstairs and downstairs in a double down
Tapping all the poorest to multiply his guck
Are all the People fast asleep, I can’t believe my luck!

See Chancer Osborne drum for the crown
Upstairs and downstairs, eyes floating round
Crapping on the country to justify his sums
Are the People off their heads, or I the only one?

See Nil O’Thinky get taken down
Upstairs and downstairs unveil the clown
Nipping at his cocksure, calling out his scam
Stage an intervention on the Con man’s plan

See Frilly Trinket starting to squirm
Upstairs and downstairs catching the worm
Tapping at the mindset that motivates his lot
How are you still the Government, it’s past gone o’clock? 😉

It cannot last

Surreal
the farce
that comes to pass
for brains that feel
with mindful hearts.
‘Tis art that steals
the lesser part
and seals the better
from surpass.
Do not trespass
with high ideals;
don’t think with rigour;
check your feels.
Don’t laugh,
don’t shout;
don’t even ask
but do not doubt:
it cannot last.

Another Fudge-it Budget

Bulging with indulgence came
The Chance Seller, with silken
Purse and pork pie puns, for yet
Another Fudge-it Budget in the
Name of long-term economic con.

And so, quid promo comeback kid
Dished guesstimated sums to wish
Conserve yourself priorities upon
A cursed majority, submerged by
Preservation of his power-driven
Chums.

And to that end, he further nursed
The fortunate already Ones,
Pretending he was nurturing
Recovery for all by spending only
What a showman would and cleverly
Consolidating vulnerable people
Where he dared to think he could.

And every time an ‘expert’ crooned
About a magic hat attuned to sly
Electioneering tat supplied to Party
Wriggle room, a naked M&M danced
Into my imagination’s view as like to
Affirmation’s clue: that ethics and
A Common Good, ignored or just
Misunderstood, George Osborne
Simply could not, would not do.

George’s Porkies

George’s porkies, readily sly
Dissed the country with his lies
When the serfs all heard him bray
George’s corkers shamed the day

Georgie forges waffle and punt
Missed his targets, pulled a stunt
When the fat cats heard him spin
They knew they had scored a win

Georgie gorges, feeding his face
Dishes gifts to stay in place
When the funds need plumping up
George whips out his greedy cup

Georgie More Please wanted it all
Pissed his duty up the wall
When the chance shall come to pass
George be kicked out on his ass.

Georgie Worgie, Gidiot laced
Wished a nightmare on the state
When his vicious reign is done
George had better bloody run