THE NASTY PARTY’S CONFERENCE - A Poem

THE NASTY PARTY’S CONFERENCE

(An Excruciating Exhibition

of Excremental Execration!)

1/ The gentlefolk of Blighty meet,                         

At Conference each year;

Filled with goodwill for all mankind,

Most joyous and sincere!

2/ But then old Satan rears his horns,

To vent his annual spleen;

Against the enemies within,

Both overt and unseen.

3/ The Nasty Party’s in full cry,

The baying of the mob;

The playing to the gallery,

And every Tory snob!

4/ The many hollow platitudes,

And promises galore;

The gawky gags to titillate,

The faithful on the floor.

5/ The sycophantic sucking-up,

To the Blue Rinse Brigade;

And to the would-be bourgeoisie,

Who think they’ve got it made.

6/ “Let’s gloat about austerity,

The plebs make such a fuss;

Aspire to be a millionaire,

And you’ll be one of us”!

7/ “Let’s hit the workers heavily,

Although we can’t afford;

To tax the filthy rich in case,

They chose to move abroad”.

8/ “Let’s bash all the unmarried mums,

Let’s whack the unemployed;

And persecute them with a glee,

And zeal that’s paranoid”.

9/ “Let’s stop the Eastern Europe hordes,

The E.U. you can keep;

But hang on--our employer pals,

Find immigrants come cheap”!

10/ “Let’s hang those fiddling Benefits,

Flog all the workshy bums;

Incarcerate those on the take—

Except our City chums”! 

© Richard Layton