The Beautiful People (At Patch)

The Beautiful People (At Patch)

Here’s to the beautiful people with suss;

Poetic, artistic, creative, brave,

Hetro, LBGTQIA+;

They’re the balm of humanity I crave;

A source of comfort, warm-welcome, relief;

Their congregations are an oasis

Of doubt dispellers, encouragement, belief;

A buoyant sea of supportive faces,

Attentive, thoughtful, inviting, sincere,

Calming shy strangers performing on stage;

For newcomers get priority here,

And the audience will always engage;

I felt it myself when I was brand new;

Cheers to the beautiful people; that’s YOU!

Y

Y

Elias Monk; industrialist,

And multi-billionaire,

Became a free-speech activist,

Or so he did declare,

Upon acquiring Twister Inc,

Where POTUS often stirred a stink,

Till he was banned from there,

Which, in the eyes of Monk at least,

Made Twister then a commie beast;

An echo of opinions,

In dire need of rebirth;

He gobbled it up for billions,

Far more than Twister’s worth;

And any staff who voiced concern,

Were told to leave and not return,

For he had paid the earth,

To undertake a boardroom purge,

And kill the woke-mind-virus scourge.

Meet the new boss: staff levels shrunk,

New rules were dictated,

And the old boss, dismissed by Monk,

Gained a sum inflated;

And I doubt even God knows why,

Twister’s brand name was changed to, “Y”;

Though Monk (the new boss) stated,

(Albeit, typically vaguely):

“Y” stood for Versatility,

Regarding communication

Of financial affairs;

And the vast devaluation,

Of former-Twister’s shares,

Sent-plummeting into freefall,

Appeared to vex him not at all;

The king of billionaires,

Lost forty billion, down the drain,

Yet never showed a hint of pain.

No matter: Y, now unrestrained,

Enemies broke cover;

Antagonists, fired-up, inflamed,

Ripped into each-other;

Thus Y became a battleground

From which the battered fled and found

Platforms far less rougher,

Till in the end, the further right

Outweighed the left, to Monk’s delight.

Free-speech on Y now seems to be,

Whatever Monk decides,

And those who see things differently,

He ruthlessly derides;

And parroting his every word,

(Increasingly the more absurd),

The acolytes he guides,

Remind me of the useful fools,

By Goebbels shaped for Hitler's tools.

F

 F

Farage’s fanatical followers

Flocked

Following fake Facebook

Fallacies flippantly forwarded

For fuckwits

Flag flying football fighters

Fell for Farage’s

Fear fraught fables

Felt fury

Fought floundering forces

Fireworks flew

Flames flared fiercely

Funeral flower folk flinched fearfully

Frog-face frets

Feels framed

Flustered

Fortunately for Farage

Florida’s fan-favourite

Fruit-faced

Future Führer

Forges fond fellowship

Fast-forward five

Finds flourishing Fararge

Fantasies fulfilled

Fronting fully fledged fascist federation

For foreseeable future

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