Poetry

To the Rt. Hon. C. M- , October 21, 2022

In trouble in my town, I wrote you, Chris;

You helped and argued; today, for a kiss

You too are ruined. Now we are all damned.

Be comforted. Recall what I have claimed.

It's happening like Marx's Manifesto,

The global atheism is rife in Chester

And f-ing desperate to send police

To enter homes and mess up families

And cancel out the masculine and man

Like doing regime change against Putin.

Britain is finished, I said, in addition

The regime in itself shares this condition.

See blonde ambition bite the dust in Truss

And traitorous brain dead principles in Boris.

It's global Marx and we have been Slavoj Zizeked

I begged you see sense, or you would be next.

I asked you, you should protest aid to Ukraine,

You said the contrary, I say it again.

Apparently you tried to kiss a girl

On the mouth, they said. Alas. It's coming for us all.