Mr. Farage looked at the coast and bawled,
through a BBC megaphone
sponsored by Gazprom, at the sea.
All this water, coming over here,
taking British shingle from British beaches!
Kelp coming up through the stone.
One high tide.
Mr. Farage plays Cnut
in his highchair, throwing all his rattles
at the oncoming flood 'til it turns
and hangs him dry.
A conference of molluscs applauds.
Crabs lick their claws and descend.
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Thursday, 1 May 2014
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
MR. FARAGE APPLIES THE GREASE
probably you might say that
it was possibly racist perhaps
you may infer homophobia in any
major party there are rotten
apples threatening
to spoil the upset cart but look
no-one holds a clean slate
and the donations were received
in good faith by the treasurer potentially
you could dig up dirt but the fact
remains that possibly probably
you could infer or say that maybe
it was possibly racist perhaps
you may infer homophobia in any
major party there are rotten
apples threatening
to spoil the upset cart but look
no-one holds a clean slate
and the donations were received
in good faith by the treasurer potentially
you could dig up dirt but the fact
remains that possibly probably
you could infer or say that maybe
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