Inner Circle
Not to be conflated with the yellow line Tube
Nor even with thematic theatre seating
Dispel from thoughts the square or cube
For avoidance of any mathematician’s bleating!
No, this is the typical political polemic
Of which, in poetry past, much has been spoken
A reaction to facts, statutory or systemic
Though currently obscured by a global pandemic
Our democracy is balefully, brutally broken
Let’s speak of King Boris’s inner circle
United, they tell us, ‘round cabinet table
The despicable who despise the moderate Merkel
Who purport to support the strong and stable!
Among these ruffians is the rabid Raab
And the substance-abusing, Gove all-gregarious
And others who, for this text, are far too drab
Or, once out of sight, find any thigh to grab
Whose thoughts and deeds are far too nefarious
Participants who may pity that Priti Patel
And others who may wish to ignore her
Some whom her virulent views repel
Or who think great things are before her
Apparent friends of the blond-haired, bombshell bully
Whose only policy is to remain Prime Minister
Who knows how to game the system so fully
Thanks to Cummings – he of the hat so woolly
Who, alongside these sycophants, seems so sinister
A collective of repressive, regressive opinions
From belief in Brexit to refugee hanging
And treating all Civil Servants as minions
While their leader bellows boisterous – his blotter banging
They praise his preposterous pursuit of power
As they see his hair, not his waist, grow thinner
Mouthing “Cometh the man, and cometh the hour”
He requires of them, as feigned sweetness turns sour
That they ensure the taxpayer pays for his dinner
That they expatriate the filthy foreign sinner
That the budget be seen as a worldwide winner
As he telephones Trump – the fake news spinner
He indoctrinates the incumbents of his circle inner