Tuesday, October 10, 2017

MAY I PRESENT YOU MRS MAY, WITH YOUR P45? (weekly poem)

MAY I PRESENT YOU MRS MAY, WITH YOUR P45?

At the recent Tory Party Conference, a gatecrashing
prankster handed Mrs May a P45 form whilst she
struggled with her speech due to a persistent cough.

May I present you, Mrs May,
With your P45;
For as Grant Shapps states, your career, (1)
Has taken quite a dive.

You may, (cough-croak) want to renew,
(Ahem) the 'British Dream';
Where all those at the very top,
Can cream off all the cream.

But you're becoming a dead loss,
Because all leaders are;
The products of the image men,
Straight out the snake oil jar.

Politicos rise to the top,
Upon the merest fad;
And fall down equally as fast,
When folk know they've been had.

And then the 'dreams' and 'visions' of,
'The Big Society';
Are all replaced by further tosh,
With faux sobriety.

The myth of leadership runs deep,
Amongst the hoi polloi;
Whilst the pretenders watch amused,
A posture they enjoy.

Messiahs died out, history shows,
Two-Thousand years ago;
And the belief they're still around,
Just aids the status quo.

What is required is all folk should,
Look at the state we’re in;
And then consign these charlatans,
To history’s garbage bin!

(1) The ex-Tory Party Chairman claims 30 Tory MP's want a
leadership contest. 48 signatures are required to initiate one.

© Richard Layton

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