In Borisland a giant white hippo with lumpen curves and pudding -bowl hair
gyrating to the sexy -sweet taste of POWER
SPAFFLE ! HUMBUG ! FLIM FLAM !
Loitering poodle politerati lounge across the Treasury Bench nodding and laughing
like limbless chickens . Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!
There are tokens who have been bought off with ministerial posts
Borisland is a giant RECTUM full of lies, bile , and apocalyptic piggies selling
Dressed up as ONE NATION feel- good snappy -catchy – election -goo goo.
With their fat FUCK YOU ! fingers of HATE they dangle fifty pound
under the noses of the homeless and the walking dead, their blood thinned by lack
of Beef Wellington and Port .
King Boris AKA The Incredible Bulk will huff puff bluff and twerk his way back to
NO 10 if you let him!
Pot Noodle Politician makes clumsy clown -like speeches full of
Blue Peter gimmickry one lined hyperbole and GREED ! GREED! GREED!
He’s the baddest blonde in the kingdom he was out on Friday urinating on a
Hijabi, a gay prince, and a West Indian cabbie
In good moments he will ruffle his halo of super white hair and offer you
investment deals from the public purse ,
but only if you give him a hot, wet, thigh skimming , cock -rubbing lap dance first
He talks in the voice of a masturbating DICKTATOR in plummy Etonian
The toxic drivel he poo poos gives him confidence
and an air of fake authority
Manky -mouth bullshit ? AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTE-LY
Jammy Dodger never answers a question
But uses an aria of insults to DEFLECT DETRACT and DUPE
He offers a masterclass of spin to the Great British Electorate
Immune to DEBT BAD LUCK and the stink of SCANDAL
He never tires of pushing his act on the public
FAME HEAVEN awaits,
his dictum is straight
LIE! LIE! LIE !
For the perfect sunny FRAUD
It works 100% of the time
The Shoreditch Panty Bandit November 2019