Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Politics

  • The Caught Jester

    The Caught Jester

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    The Caught Jester This country has been belittled, made smaller by microbes, the small men who misrule us. The prime amongst them, the caught jester, has lied so many times: to his wives and mistresses; to his poor children, acknowledged and otherwise; to his party, about his parties; to parliament, about the primacy of parliament;…

  • A Cheating Liar

    A Cheating Liar

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    A Cheating Liar A cheating liar Boris takes us all for fools His party’s over Johnson quizzed over lockdown Christmas party claim

  • Bumbo Has To Go

    Bumbo Has To Go

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    Bumbo Has To Go Boris is useless Bumbling bent blond elephant Bumbo has to go BBC: Is everything OK for Boris Johnson?

  • There Is No Hope

    There Is No Hope

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    There Is No Hope there’s a Johnson in charge there is no hope he’s such a trivial, petty man there is no hope he lies and he cheats there is no hope he’s just like the rest of them there is no hope they can’t tell right from wrong there is no hope even the…

  • No Great Men

    No Great Men

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    No Great Men It is only when you see them in action, doing what they do, or are supposed to do, leading, working for us, on our behalf, with our interests at their heart, it is only then, looking at these leaders, these ministers and majesties, only then do you see that item 17 of…

  • Political Rule

    Political Rule

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    Good ones never stand Bad ones stand for themselves Political rule

  • The Blame Game

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    So who was to blame? The politicians agree: Those bloody voters.

  • Got The Blues

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    If the Tories knew How to care for me and you They would never lose

  • Losing Momentum

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    Let’s hope that Labour Will soon lose its Momentum And win back our hearts

  • The Big Game Hunter

    The Big Game Hunter

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    It was dress-down Friday. When Colin walked in, she thought of Donald Trump. He was wearing a beige safari shirt and matching combat trousers. His blond hair had fallen to one side, like that combover that the Donald has. It looked like he was wearing a dead pale beaver on his head. This made her…

  • Electioneering

    Electioneering

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    Electioneering. Sneering and jeering, smearing, Demeaning us all

  • New Liars

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    British elections The same sad old set of lies Told by new liars

  • I Was Wrong

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    Yes, I was quite wrong Which politician says this? They would get my vote

  • Unrepentant Lies

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    These politicians And their unrepentant lies Are beyond belief

  • Arrant Banks

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    Oh dear, Arron Banks Tweets are coming home to roost You arrant wanker

  • Unconsummated Date

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    Britain and Europe A date unconsummated Both sides have withdrawn

  • Naga Munchetty

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    Naga Munchetty A good woman of colour Trumps a racist man

  • Oxymorons

    Oxymorons

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    Apparently Contradictory Terms Appear In Conjunction The collective noun For the United Nations Is oxymorons Photo by Mathias Reding on Pexels.com

  • The Ballad Of The Disadvantaged

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    Most people Are not millionaires Most people Are not wealthy Most people Live within their means Most people Are quite steady That person Is a wealthy girl That person Has it easy That person From a different world That person Needs to see me This person In this messed up world This person On his…

  • My Home Land

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    I paced my home today. Eighteen paces by forty-two. Such a little plot of land, Bigger than some, smaller than many, But this land is my land, as Woody would say. It’s a mean little plot on a mean little street, In a city with little meaning these days, Set in a belittled country. But…

  • Something Better Change

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    They’ve messed it all up Our politics are broken Something better change

  • This Wasted Land

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    When the votes are in That’s when the battles begin In this wasted land

  • Compromise

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    I want what you don’t But without a compromise We will get nothing

  • Dark Times Are Coming

    Dark Times Are Coming

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    Dark Times Are Coming Dark times are coming The night shall outlast the day Lights are going out

  • We Need A Frost

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    Hello, good morning And welcome to the strange days When Frost was needed