Showing posts with label villanelles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label villanelles. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

The Big Lie


The working class is split, the country’s stuffed.
A divided society is what we’ve got.
The Lie is that there is a ‘Them and Us’.

They have too many bedrooms; one’s enough
for wasters, addicts, scroungers, useless blobs.
The working class is split, the country’s stuffed. 

They don’t think like we do, do different stuff,
like eat odd food and worship different gods.
The Lie is that there is a ‘Them and Us’. 

They’re ginger, black, disabled, have big butts,
They cheat on benefits or steal our jobs.
The working class is split, the country’s stuffed.

The government has got us up the duff;
We’ll all be old one day, without a job.
The Lie is that there is a ‘Them and Us’.

We point the finger on demand and cuss -
'We' might become ‘Them’ given different odds.
The working class is split, the country’s stuffed.
The Lie is that there is a ‘Them and Us’.

 

 

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Like Pigs in Shit

Oh dear, what a pigging shame.
Caught with your snout in the trough,
snorting your expenses claim.

Now everybody knows your name
and your address… and what you watched.
Oh dear, what a pigging shame.

A patio heater? Can you blame
the public for their stone cold wrath?
For snorting, 'Your expenses claim?'

Your reputation’s down the drain -
that new plug wasn’t big enough.
No dear. What a pigging shame.

Politics is a mugger’s game.
Talking mounds of useless froth
whilst snorting your expenses claim.

It might be politic to proclaim
you’ve been an Oik and bugger off
snorting. Your expenses claim?
Too dear. What a pigging shame.

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