Tuesday 6 February 2024

Tobias

Tobias

All along the highway,
Potholes everywhere,
Don’t go swimming in the bay,
Turds are floating there.
Two weeks after payday,
The fridge and larder’s bare,
The old in bed, neglected lay,
Lacking nursing care.
Burglaries increasing,
Alarm bells don’t deter,
Further cuts to policing,
Further thefts occur,
Dental care is ceasing,
Practitioners don’t refer,
Services need squeezing,
Ministers concur.
Public funds depleting;
Head teachers choose between,
School supplies or heating;
Coffers wiped out clean,
Tycoons retreating,
In affluence obscene,
Workers barely eating;
Redundancy's routine.
Council debts accruing;
Nigh bankrupt; one-in-ten,
Party hacks pursuing
Spending cuts again,
Propaganda spewing;
Red-faced angry men;
Nuclear war’s a-brewing,
Best go dig a den.
According to Tobias,
Our forces lack recruits;
Should Russia ever strike us,
With China in cahoots,
Freedom they’ll deny us,
Lest we fill more boots,
To take on those who’d try us,
In military disputes.
We’re in a time of pre-war:
Said Shapps; Tobias’s mate;
Join the ranks, he dared implore,
Before it gets too late;
He, whose party on the poor,
Imposed a hopeless fate,
Urges them to fight for
A decimated state.
Government austerity
Has stripped the country bare;
Targets ever seem to be
More misery despair;
Tobias can you not see,
This carnage everywhere,
Is the lasting legacy,
Of a reckless doctrinaire?
The outbreak of World War Three
Would surely be our lot;
If a missile came for me,
From Russia or China shot,
I would to a shelter flee,
Or fry, but I would not,
Lay my life down needlessly,
For yet more Tory rot.

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