This tangled, blessed plot
The exit signs on babble island are unclear.
Obscured by shit and paranoia. Pumped furiously,
as stolid patriots loft flags, to conquer high streets
and mini roundabouts.
Loathing what the headlines and the grifters
tell them that they must. Those others, over there
– it’s always them to blame. You know the game.
Our trouble is not in any way systemic.
Don’t stop to ponder, if current circumstances
might be more complex than that.
And you know, you really shouldn’t blame
the wealthy. That way of thinking is unhealthy.
Look away, they aren’t the one’s who stole
our golden age. Can’t pinpoint exactly when that
happened, or offer any facts, but bitter faith
will do. Be sure to cheer along,
just like the MAGA Yanks. They understand,
how best to feather only certain nests.
Break the doubters, confuse the truth.
And always remember: ‘This isn’t who we are’.