"...MALUM HUNC..."

O unknown insect
reading Catullus

along with me this
overheated day

basking in a threatened
Brexit and Boris.

You read with all your many legs
your blue striped body like a cursor

cursing that "...supercilious
superfluous  figure."

Yes old Catullus
has the measure of him

Read faster little one!
We need to turn a page

where we find ourselves indeed
in that "far island of the west."

And even after all these years
since Caesar's first invasion

we still breed
this "multifucking tool."

The insect lingers long
on  this phrase.

"Why patronise him,damit?
Except to gobble up

fat private
fortunes!"

My cursor
takes to the skies

tired of such
a human  and his lies.

"Malum hunc" it observes
with a whir of wings.


Both insect and Catullus
in agreement despite

the missing
centuries.

Meanwhile the rough beast
slouches towards

( God help us!)
No. 10 to be PM.