An obdurate robotic ruler dancing on a string -
Tories - the sparkles on an Eton Mess, all for show -
Immune to public scorn while muddying the spring -
Cozeners who neither see, nor feel, nor know -
Austerity a heist on which they've built their sway
An emptiness of empathy revealed -
They flaunt and fawn and then extend their stay
With massive laws - and liberties repealed.
All leech-like to their failing country cling
Blood-sucking liars in deed and reputation low -
A people bamboozled / conned with virtue veiled -
A government which should for God's Sake Go.
But given time the salt of sense and circumstance
Will plump and drop the slugs' inconsequence.
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