Hometown Blues. Poem by Peter Vealey

Will my hometown
Ever be,
Anything other than a
Haven of
Tory benevolence?
Of patronage.
Commuterville on top.
With a rail network
In the foggy Victorian mindset
of stiff upper-nowhere.
The local backwoodsmen incumbent
Will always be-
Available to see nothing
But his majority.
As Euro-sceptic as respectability allows,
Small businesses and farmers must rule!
Community spirit never 'took a hold here! '
The Hertfordshire man
As intellectual as
The 'Daily Sport bimbo'.
Will my hometown ever be?
Anything other than a haven
Of democratic apathy.
That will let liberty slip away,
Grain by grain.
The longer you never
Question that any
Blue-rosette parrot will do