Miserable men

Bow your heads in shame

Let guilt of a thousand years be your name

 

Foul-smelling offspring

Of a winters freeze

Satisfy your smugness, down on your knees

 

Crawl even lower

Than the sons of snakes

Crawl from the chaos you've left in your wake

 

Slither silently,

Without any sound

Slither silently as you go to ground

 

Ebb fairly quickly

As an ocean's tide

Pluck your piercing thorn from this countries side

 

Gasp as you inhale

Your concluding breath

Then grasp the hand of the Angel of death.

 

Our Assistance sought?

Cocky Misanthrope

We'd help, courtesy of a hangman's rope

 

Empathy needed

In elected posts

Especially those as number ten hosts

 

Time to say goodbye

Now, Boris Johnson

It's been a blast, but now it's your swan song