‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y?    AND THE RULE OF LAW   

 

Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:

millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.

Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills

till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.

Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts at your spinning members

to bring unease, in word and deed, to liars and dissemblers.

For you saw fit to harbour in your base, benighted bosom

a heinous creed of party games, enshrined antagonism!

Then, standing back you watched, as at election, that contrivance

brought blatant printed lies with leadership in full connivance.

They knew, of course that parties, retribution, can ignore.

Devoid of true existence, they’re not under Rule of Law.

Thus freed, Conservative HQ, drew up a Liar Flyer

So full of crafted falsehoods, Dave’s pants should have been on fire!

It said: the Bogey Gordon Brown, was waiting in the wings

should WE, though careless voting, cause unconducive swings.

Conservatives, they must win HERE, the Liar Flyer proclaimed

or Gordon Brown will stalk the land, and CHILDREN WILL BE MAIMED!

A single X placed anywhere, but for Conservatives

would guarantee 5 years of Brown, to blacken all our lives.

The Flyer, duly printed, went out across the land

from Huntingdon to Newbury – delivered by eager hand.

Two laws, thereby, were broken – one wonders: at what cost?

Westminster just ignores me; MP Benyon says: “Get lost!”

Now hon’rable MPs sit tight on impropriety’s cushion

installed by lies but comforted by piety’s illusion.

Oxford Police rewarded, at the outset, trust invested;

a second letter brought forth spleen – I hope I’m not arrested.

Once more I know that I am mocked, by Westminster’s charade

and my Quixotic tilting comes to naught; integrity’s barred.

But I’ll fight on, it’s in my blood, blokes have to do what blokes do;

I’m not cut out for a comfy chair - with crossword, or Sudoku.

And I invite all of like-mind to bring them down in flames;

From now until the next election: SPOIL PARTY GAMES.