Got no feel for this parliament
got no taste for the plot
can't see a thing without glasses
don't think
I am missing a lot,

because change it will if the will of the people
count,

don't trust the ballot boxes
we know they have all been rigged.

Cromwell in the stairwell
making deals and
Boris in the Cobra room
wondering if snakebites heal.

I think I might but seldom do
and
do sometimes without thinking,

when the ship is sinking in dry dock
and no one seems to give a flying fock
I bury my head in my hands
because
the sand's been sold to Saudi
and one has to bury it somewhere.