...what happened to the Leader Of The Opposition today...
Roared on, the mob duly slobbered
to the fat piper’s drunken tones,
makeshift nooses jigging loose,
baying, braying in his master’s voice,
their hatred music to his tonedeaf ears.
Summoning an army of the bitter and sour
to faithfully threaten and spit their bile
on a man who had dared ask questions
of their liar-in-chief (no insult too low,
no action beneath him).
May the lout - ever a preening Mussolini -
who called up the mob on
a two-bit cock and bull story
come to learn the sharpness
of their turning at first hand.
