Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson
Would like us to believe
That he is a man of the people fighting
For our democracy –
Piffle Pfeffel!
His arguments brittle,
Hatred inciting, racism igniting,
Self-promotion his skill,
The man plotting to shut down our Parliament –
Tyrannical clown king
Piffle Pfeffel,
Pfeffel sounds so like
Piffle: nonsense; rubbish; gibberish; drivel;
Twaddle; claptrap; noise; tripe;
Baloney; Bunkum; Bunk; Balderdash; Babble;
And other words for lies,
Piffle Pfeffel,
Idiocy worn as the ultimate mask,
Behind Johnson’s hokum
The sly autocrat who utilises farce,
He’s the institution
He in vainest glory feigns to take to task –
Piffle Pfeffel,
School boy of Eton
Then Balliol, Oxford to read the classics
In which the elite learn
Too often customs of ‘soft supremist’
Via Caucasian curriculums
History thinned into white-centralist
Ideas and idioms,
He’ll style himself a modern Odysseus
Battling with Trojans,
That old Butcher Boris,
Our blood on his hands as he serves us the meat –
Our future the carcass,
Must each eat our bones at his merry conceit?
Yet, his role in office
Thus far historic in its early defeats –
Piffle Pfeffel,
Though he has a Queen’s ear and directs her pen,
The UK constitution
Must be codified to prevent such events;
Proroguing parliament,
In other words silencing all debate or dissent
To force, without consent,
Unthinkable ruin, such entitlement
Has scarred a continent,
A globe, a Northern Ireland Peace Agreement,
The UK itself rent;
Torn as he and his chase preferment,
His fibs don’t relent,
Piffle Pfeffel,
Alexander the Un-great, realm divider
Entitled Trump-like twin,
Dividing neighbours, dismantling traders,
Behold the sole sovereign
Who would silence discussion in both chambers
‘Til he, Count Despot wins,
No matter the costs, the losses, the dangers
As whiles wear paper thin,
Piffle Pfeffel,
That is what I call him,
The worst PM we’ve seen.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The 48% 