We are the D U P
And we do bodies not borders.
Our ardour is hardcore
And our Order of Folklore is legendary.
We are the D U P
And we do bodies not borders.
Our ardour is hardcore
And our Order of Folklore is legendary.
Austerity is
Not just a long-term economic plan
But a ritual state of mind
A thin-lipped severity
My way the highway
And Protestant hot
Rites shot right through
With a missionary zeal
The taint of antiquated glue
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Dinosaurs need for the Earth to be flat
Lest a curve or a slope puts them onto their backs
So their lumbering carcasses bury their heads
Which is why they don’t know they are already dead
God’s got a direct line
to Downing Street
by a covenant of equivocation
and hellfire in a field of wheat;
a billion sly indulgences that wryly speak
“out-toried”, sit inglorious upon the mercy seat.
A shadow of things to come.
Magic me a money tree
So I can eat its nimble fruit
A bonsai for my patio
Would be so cool and look so cute
I promise to be sensible
About the purposes it feeds
I won’t create an orchard
For a harvest of gratuities
I will not squander its supply
For quantitative daily ease
Nor let it grow unwieldy
Like a beanstalk or an eager weed
I’d spend it on posterity
For ethical prosperity
With vision, tangible and wise
I’d build a life that’s worth the price
Just send a little cutting
And I’ll nurture it with love
Let me feel the sunny uplands
Like the canopy above