Friday, 9 September 2016
They say Corbyn’s unelectable,
That his policies are undetectable,
His charisma is imperceptible
And his behaviour’s unrespectable.
He should bow like other men and sing,
Be the puppet of the
left right wing,
Dress in proper suits, don’t do anything
To upset Westminster’s flimflamming
He should resign to stop the Labour war
Although his mandate topped anyone’s before.
He should pay first class not sit on the floor.
What the hell does he think expenses are for?
A rebel then. A social schism.
A Kirk. A man whose star has risen
High above Westminster’s midden.
Shining through a different prism.
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