The Road to Clacton Pier

 The Road to Clacton Pier

I like Great Britain how it used to be,

And Nigel Farage has said as much too;

So, could it be that we, are happily,

Harmoniously, of a common view?

Alas no; Nigel, as I understand,

Is an ultra-Tory Thatcherite man;

Keen to complete what Thatcher first planned,

In ’79, when her term began:

Pray listen as I attempt to convey,

My thoughts on the past, present, future UK.

Aged seventeen, I lived in a bedsit;

A common thing then for someone my age;

I lived very well, even saved a fair bit;

And all on a modest factory wage,

When income tax was thirty three percent:

I ask you: how many youngsters today,

Can afford to be fully independent?

Even thirty year olds can’t move away;

Could it be, low income taxation,

Don’t compensate for privatisation?

Seems to me, comparing the past to now;

Tax-cuts haven’t bettered life quality,

Unless you live in an ivory tower,

A mansion, or a gated community;

And if, over the last forty five years,

Ever increasing NHS waiting times,

Dental fees, rail fares, water rates, rent arrears,

Debts, mortgage-payments, unsolved petty crimes,

And poverty, is anything to go by;

Thatcherite merchants have pedalled a lie.

Which begs the question: what version of GB

Does Farage want for this once great nation?

His manifesto, from what I can see,

Once immigration’s out of the equation,

Offers nothing but an acceleration,

Of what’s been happening since ’79:

i.e. a methodical disintegration

Of services that have been in decline

For forty five years; and he couldn’t care less

About Clacton-on-Sea or the NHS.

My guess is, he wants to implement Truss-

-Economics across the board, by raising

The primary tax levels for us,

Year after year, whilst gradually phasing

Out the NHS, by making it easier

To go private; giving the impression

We’re all better off; life being breezier

Without the tax burden, not to mention

Closed borders, net zero immigration,

The end of woke, and a Saint George vacation.

And when the roads have more potholes than road,

People have to work past seventy five,

Rivers are still like toilets-overflowed,

Fit for work claimants are barely alive,

Healthcare’s modelled on Trump’s USA,

No cancer treatment, no elderly care,

Unless of course you can afford to pay;

When infrastructure’s in total disrepair,

Will Reform’s voters finally see through,

The lies they were told about the EU?

I like Great Britain how it used to be,

And Nigel Farage has said so too,

But his version isn’t my cup of tea,

And if Truss’s fuck-up don’t offer a clue,

Look up the cost of an operation,

Performed in a private establishment,

Peep through the borders, beyond immigration;

You’ll see a charlatan, smugly content;

Laughing, like the old clown, by Clacton pier;

Smoking a Benson and raising a beer.