I saw the man, the enemy, the danger to the
people:
He did not sing along, because he knew all
too well what the words were.
Can you believe he had his top button
undone, this fifties-throwback weasel?
He looks like an errant headmaster from a
school in the suburbs:
Sir Dishevilled of Windmill Tilt. This
danger to our lifestyle
Wants to talk to terrorists, to sit down
with the foul. Has he heard
That we have drones? We can take them out,
no problem. The axis of evil
Is pretty scared these days, now we’re on
both sides of the hubbub:
The tumult of the world is something with
which we just have to deal
And Our Will Be Done. We need to protect
what we have from the
Evil Ones. They are out there. They are
coming. Make no mistake, they will
Want to change our ways. They will steal
your dogs and eat them, first
Making sure to abolish Christmas, burn
Jesus, make our kids pray
To the wrong prophet. And this man wants
their voices to be heard?
Has he no idea. He needs a spin doctor
urgently: we will
Provide one to clean him up, make sure he
doesn’t continue this absurd
Insistence in following a moral compass and
eschewing the age-old
Procedures Of Politics. Why does he wear
the same shirts as a granddad?
He doesn’t even own a car. What a weirdo:
he has two bicycles
And surely that’s at odds with his
principles? The wheels turn:
We saw this man, the enemy, the danger to
our people
He grew up in the Sixties did he? Hmm, I
bet we can unearth
A picture of him smoking dope, surrounded
by hippies. That will
Show him for what he is. May the force be
with us. Earth
Is where we have to live. It is an awful, sickening,
vicious, ill
Place. Believe us; we’re here so you don’t
have to see the worst
Of it. Our suits are sharp: our words
sharper. We still
Know how to play the game. And that comes
first.
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