Earth has not anything to show more shit

Mad would she be of soul who could watch it

A sight so tragic, such a travesty 

This chancer now doth, like a varmint wear

The mask of a presenter, barefaced stare

Scandal, pandemic, the litany of lies

Indifferent, callous, let bodies pile high

Wittering trivia to the poisoned air  

Never did one so manifestly seep

Self important dross in the Daily Mail

Bollocks to experts, let the economy fail

Ne’er saw we, never felt, a sham so deep

He twists the world to his own grim will

Dear God! How could we have been so asleep;

And now on GB News he’s lying still!