Day Nought

(Friday 8th May 2015)

 

 

We wake to fangs and lowered eyes

and a few new

sound-bites for breakfast.

Davie.orc sees true

that five more years

of effing tories

call for a sugary word

or two to sweeten the toad

of his venomous victory.

“Talk ‘fairness’ chaps,” he glows

to his new cabinet.

“Sound all nice again.”

Round the corner, IDS

slides his tongue between his lips

and heads for a door marked

“Poor People”

his sack replete

with instruments of hurt.

“Now go to work,” whispers Davie.orc

“All those promises we made

have to be paid

for, gottit ?

Make it neat, ok ?

And discrete, ok ?

But each finely dressed

Tory dinner-guest

needs a return

for filling our purse

so fatly. Let us show

ample gratitude

for that selfless support.

Off you go, dear IDS

and stop at naught.”