The reality that follows every hope-filled erection
A culture bashed by wooden lies
is stunned as every voter tries
to look beyond left-field blue skies
replete with many promised pies
we never eat – for at sunrise
the cold dawn serves to make us wise
to every fact the King denies.
We set about our daily task
but every headline bids us ask
what lies behind the grinning mask
of those paid by the giant cask
of wealth that would forever bask
in shadows of a pink damask
while supping from the golden flask.
Meanwhile they’re busy Granting Shapps
immunity from all the raps
he faces from police satraps
about his internet mishaps
with multiple ID backslaps
to overcome his handicaps
in studying the Truth roadmaps.
The answer comes from Miliband –
all Muslim crits henceforth are banned
and each LGBT demand
will be honoured throughout the land
but when Islamics countermand
such liberty – then understand
it’s time to exit Disneyland.
Austerity and mad EU,
globalism – world debt too –
must hide from every one of you
disasters that are overdue,
old shibboleths exchanged for new
collide and then we all must rue
the lie we hoped might just be true.
On May 7th, there will be an electoral dead-heat.The morning after the night before, the vote you cast will be nothing more than a tiny betting chip placed on the poker game to power. Anything could happen, but nothing will change.