From elsewhere:
IN LIZ WE’RE TRUSSED
An election for the unelectable,
humanity scarcely detectable.
Promising delivery at Tory convention,
a DHL package of lies and invention.
Utopian scenarios well depicted
in diatribes for the bullshit addicted.
Dreams of Albion ground into dust –
In Liz we’re trussed.
No longer a need for defending the land,
our blessed leader has it all in hand;
No Ethics or Science on government agenda,
case is closed, return to sender.
In a cabinet rotten with moral decay,
the spineless cronies are holding sway,
No room any more to debate and discuss –
In Liz we’re trussed.
“We got Brexit done!” I can hear in exultation,
but Brexit did us in with those fiendish machinations,
and that budgetary thing was a crazy arse notion,
the farcical riding on waves of revulsion,
‘cos you rob from the poor and the rich can’t get enough,
with the PM’s tax-idermy and the country’s truly stuffed.
So applaud this circus if you feel you must –
In Liz we’re trussed.
TIM BECKERLEY