BORIS, BESTELLER OF SOULS

So Boris burps back with his book and a 26 minute programme
In which friend to fiends like Harry and Megan, Tom Bradby
Does a high speed Torquemada before slipping back easily,
Asking the questions we want, and certainly riling the rotter

Who, hair awry as an avalanche blusters and bridles to plug
His torpid tome with abandon, spending and smearing,
As if just saying the title was repaying a debt to the Devil
For allowing his putrid pomp tenancy. Bradby bridles, too,

Voice scaling pitch, finger pointing, before quickly chastened
And no doubt, edited, as this bearlike Caliban bores,
Eyebrows raised, accent arching; at one moment near snarling
Before slipping back to bluff humour, dodging the bullets

For crimes that his aim and ardour had previously credited.
Why was the programme so short? So he could offer token
Confession? Not that he confessed, seeking pity for self-recrimination
And loathing that only the worst of us ever know. There will be

More shows, of course. Expect him on The One Show and Good
Morning. Newsnight, Laura Kuenessberg, this will be a Wild haired
West wagon show. As he lasooes and blowjobs himself,  sucking in All;
slaps, successes, as this will doubtless be a best seller, if only 

Out of prurient interest stirred by bile. But you will learn nothing New. 
For even former other cartoons made for chaos, be they Tom
And Jerry, Bugs Bunny, or the Roadrunner of course, saw truth
Filed about who we are, Unleashed or not. But this shows us

How the beast broke out of the cage and then pawed us;
Leasing us loose from Europe as it locked us all in to run wild.
Now he lives in blameless obscurity. Christ. We could call that
Death now, or Dorset. But it isn’t just about actions. This is about

What we are. And what we allow to both represent us 
And happen. These days they rule to write Memoirs. 
they sell their souls and ours with it. So, if you read him,
Remember: we get the leaders we deserve, so do better. 
Do not follow, or falter. Our life is but bad television, 
Watched across Aether by something wiser than us.

Its so far. 

 

David Erdos 4/10/24

 

 

 

 

 

 

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