Perturbed at how hard it has been to adjust To the absence of trust in the man we entrust As he lies without thought of the growing disgust As the mistruths and spin speed along.
Everything’s framed as a media event Fed propaganda, we’re left to lament, As we crawl through the summer of this con’s tent, That the winter ahead ’twill be long.
Trump is unravelling before us There’s no speeches weirder than his But the American’s have an advantage They know where their lunatic is.
So please fellow citizens assist us Please help find our blustering caesar Check out your kitchens and garages Case he’s trapped in your fridge or your freezer.
It’s too easy. And at the same time It’s too hard.
I sit and think What shall I write now Too much choice
I want to write Something uplifting But I’m cross.
Cross all the time And I think I need To stop that
So here’s a joke:
How many tories Does it take To change a lightbulb?
A spad or two to decide to remove the existing lightbulb A courtesan journalist to break the news on twitter at 10pm A handful to invent something that doesn’t give off any light, but that matches some weird ideological position that they have. A civil service who are asked to force this thing that isn’t a lightbulb into the socket A minister to categorically state that the new approach is exactly what is needed A prime minister to shout about the benefits of darkness A minister to categorically state that darkness is the future and won’t be changing A minister to announce that the policy has been dropped A civil service to mop up the problems cause by all of the above.
Sometimes it’s hard to know just where to start It’s hard to pry all of this chaos apart But pry it we must, with all of our hearts The stakes are now simply too high
A major change published on Twitter at night Through a courtesan press with no backbone in sight While the A level scandal continues to bite Distraction or something more sly?
So Hancock is blaming the PHE team For following his orders, least that’s how it seems So now he engenders a brand new regime In the hope that this one will comply
So who will be holding the reins in its place? The woman who failed running our track and trace They must find it hard to maintain a straight face In the face of the public outcry
That Harding, Gardiner, Doyle and Hancock Should blame PHE shouldn’t come as a shock If it wasn’t so serious, t’would be easy to mock But for now, I’ll just keep asking why.
The misplaced belief ‘mongst our leaders That staff safety’s best left to bosses Puts decisions right in the hands of Those who’ll earn more if they avoid losses
Making business responsible for safety Is like putting the tories in charge of protecting the NHS Oh. Anyway…
300 staff at a Northampton firm Tested positive for the virus this week Yet we meekly accept it as ‘one of those things’ No challenge or legal critique
How can that happen? Please – tell me do? ’Less the guidelines we’re given are wrong That business can not have adhered to them And the consequences have to be strong.
Drag leaders of that firm in front of a judge And make them explain it today And if they have failed in their duty of care Then jail them until they obey.
The reason that we have employment laws? Business works on dollars and cents The conflict ‘tween profit and safety of staff Means failure must have consequence.
Work hard. Work yourself into self-harm. No apologies for raising the alarm. Put simply, you’re betting the farm.
You work hard. And then. You get a U. A U. And the craziest thing that you’re left to chew? That U is nothing to do with you.
You got a U Cause four years ago someone else got a U Not you. A different child at your school. Got a U. And therefore – so do you.
This system. That favours those from private school Is fair and robust. Says our blustering fool The 20th Eton prime minister. How cruel.
So let us. Let us sack Gavin Williamson – it’s his responsibility Let us fight for a system not serving nobility Let us apologise to our kids with appropriate humility.