The Tories (Right Wing Knee-Jerks And The Anti-Woke) Poem by steven babalola

Part 1
To get along in order to get a head
A mantra for the self made sociopaths
A call to arms for all the anti-woke
The mindless knee-jerks and the nearly dead

Who often strive to hide their opinions
Always first amongst equals, but last to pay
For King, for country, for their circumstance
They love the union flag, but hate the unions

Another loony tune from the pure whites
'There's nothing to fear, if you've nothing to hide'
All these empty vessels make the most noise
High on common sense, but low in human rights

Their levelling up means it's down with the poor
And naked self interest needs a culture war
It's no go the snowflakes, no go the woke
But with two LEFT feet, flailing on the dance floor

There's no room for strangers in Tory town
Just a basic instinct to exclude the most
All their networking favours cannot hide
A ruthless drive to kiss up, and piss down