Another dysfunctional election
Of baleful submission.
The doctrinaire billionaire
Shoots from
Withdrawn and afar.
In the middle-class myre
Of secluded observation,
Telling you
Your disassociated
It's your victory,
(But never, ever your war) .
And Conservative small'c' U.K.
Smiles over another
Interminable time
Of blaming you
Triumphantly
For no opposition in a 'democracy'.
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