Trussed Us
Oh, of course, absolutely
- the latest exit polls? He trussed
runner beans to them, clearly,
watch green shoots grow,
set them racing back to pack
in
somewhere like that, who
cares, he’s hardly to know
when forking sods laws to
level up her aspiration nation,
fuck them asking, frankly;
she snaps his neck and neck
while truss turgid tea
leaves for sewage and drek,
get properly stuck in, get
briefed, get digital subscription,
get that one good leg to
the clinic for prescription
and take multi meds;
shuffling those fat arses off to bed,
truss whatever he tells
them to truss, read ‘em and weep,
shit in soiled beds, foul
in dumb dreams, seen in his sleep,
trussed the old, the
silent; those fucking bleating sheep
who truss elders, truss
betters, truss seen not heard,
mime to her later and
trussed him not hear a fucking word,
go trussed a tame lioness,
listen to that Wolly Murs,
play safe with tumbles
while she’s polishing your turds
laser-focussed on some
turbo charged
or those shambled grizzled
ghouls of
and rocking their horseflies
while he’s walking the walking,
no future in
while she’s trussing
mandates to those who’ll vote wrong,
where his mansplaining is
elevated to a fucking art form,
well hosed, well honed, a
shitstick with wit sharpened tip,
ramp wags up to eleven and
trussed his mouthfuls of shit,
oh, of course, absolutely
- inflation and economy? She trussed
to austerity, trussed him
to keep us poor, underfed, sick, cold,
cancel culture for bastard
degrees that can never be sold
he’s tossed off from the back
of a lorry, you’re sorry for haste
then fuck me repent but,
oh: the waste, the waste, the waste,
the waste.
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