Simba The Liar King Poem

Johnson. Of course he’s a notorious, Olympian-level Liar So burning the DUP Is only To be expected But on the basis That he was A normal human being, It was only recently that he Shook hands with Arlene And – perhaps – Lied right to her face With the kind of forethought That the rest…

Nullifying the Farage Grift Poem

You know that Farage, Filthy Farage, Sees an endless grift ahead of him: Years of interviews; Of chat shows; Of phone-ins; Of books; Of personal appearances; Of lovely fat cheques. He can’t lose. Anything between Brexit being revoked And a Brexit that will never be ‘hard’ enough And he will forever be screaming Betrayal. He…

The State of the Failed State Poem

To use that horrid word In relation to politics, Leave offered ‘narrative’ While Remain does not. See how many times Remain talks about What next?, What after Brexit is stopped; Examines why enough people threw their lot in With obvious bandits like Mogg, Farage and Johnson? It almost never, ever happens. Remain offers little on…

Meditation On The Fat Lout Poem

The Tories must Surely be considering Giving Johnson the treatment That Dr. Evil meted out To Will Ferrell’s ‘Mustafa’ In that Austin Powers film. They all knew That Johnson was A liar; A degenerate; A huckster; A three card monte dealer; a snake oil sales person; A phoney; Incorrigibly lazy; A bullshit artist; A fake;…

Questions to the Prime Minister Poem

Prime minister In 2007, you wrote that it was ‘mad’ and a ‘disgrace’ That Brown would be taking over from Blair without an election. When confronted with this during one of the TV debates, You said that this isn’t the same situation: It’s a national crisis and the country doesn’t need another election. Just a…

Refuse An Election & Re-Brand the Norway Option As Iceland

Gah, I hate giving Blair credence on anything at all. I was thinking this the other day but was too chicken to say anything and thought that I might betray my ignorance over the Fixed Term Parliament Act. One of the only escape hatches for the Simba The Liar King is the sneak an election…

Iceland poem: If Iceland were Norway.

Sometimes The answer is with you Visible from your lowest point. A few days after the Brexit vote After Call Me Dave’s folly When the porcine-faced maladroit Had lazily burned his country With a Molotov of neglect Iceland gave England its second ignominious exit from Europe in a week. I kind of enjoyed it. I’m…

Roddy McDowall’s Silent Home Movies

Born in London, from Scottish-Irish descent, McDowall’s family left for the US during World War II. Besides a long career in films, he also took photography seriously and liked to make home movies which, eventually, he passed on for others, like soapbxprod, to make available to the masses. Like Andy Warholian movies, in some ways,…