The first one got him in the ear, I hear
The second one a hole away, never got near
The third, the wrong house when he threw his hat in
What price, US, a decent assassin
In a country that shoots fifty thousand a year
And the best they can do is a clip round the ear
Son of a toolmaker Kier
Now wants to kill deer
Dear deer-killer Kier
Oh dear
What’s this new frontier?
Venison for tea
For every detainee
Of His Majesty?
While lunchers at school
Or in hospital
Pick shot from their teeth?
Good grief
The poor deer, in fear
Chased on horse by a peer
Then shot in the ear
Or maybe pursued
By a volunteer
With a spear
Not a good idea, Kier
You’ll learn
We await your u-turn
With bated breath
We guess you have
A couple left
He’s swapped the royal balcony
For the inside of a cell
He’s given back the Order of St. Olav as well
But while he denies Virginia
To the Thames Valley Police
There will still be no justice
No peace
He outsourced his outrage at his failing living standards to the racists
Subcontracted his fear about his children’s future years to the transphobes
He offset his anger about a council that won’t try
To a campaign against the RNLI
He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, when he’s just trying to get by
He farmed out his frustration at house price inflation to Islamophobes
Delegated his dismay on another budget day to deniers of asylum seekers’ rights
He exported consternation at his pub in liquidation
To roundabout and lamppost decorators
He’s backing Nigel ‘cause he tells him who to hate, and who are traitors
He doesn’t empathise ‘cause he doesn’t understand
He doesn’t understand ‘cause he won’t listen
He won’t listen ‘cause no one’s helped his problems go away
He won’t listen ‘cause hears politicians
Not listening every day
It’s Epstein o’clock for Mandy
Epstein o’clock for Lord Pete
Epstein o’clock, just like Andy
Soon to live on Used-To-Have-A-Title Street
It’s Epstein o’clock for Petey
Even though he says he didn’t partake
It ain’t much of an entreaty
When you’re selling the secrets of the state
It’s Epstein o’clock for Mandy
Hey, Prince of Darkness, it’s Epstein o’clock
Soon for a bunch of very rich bastards
It’ll be Epstein o’clock
Tick, tock
Rubio, Witkoff and Blair
Like a bad firm of solicitors
Here to handle the paperwork
For Gaza-Lago
On behalf of the Bored of Peace
How warm are your stables?
How bent are your tax affairs?
How pliable your opinion?
How shallow are your cares?
How warm are your stables?
How thick are your lies?
How cheap is your loyalty?
You joined Reform, surprise!
A poet’s words heard for the first time
Are like something you already knew
A poet should say what needs to be said
A poet should speak it true
A poet should say what you need to hear
And you know she was a poet too
Minneapolis was yet another outrage
But this time she looked like you
Rest In Power, Renee Nicole Good
Nick says it’s audacious
We think it’s outrageous
Kier says nothing to do with us
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick thinks he’s a giant
We think he’s a tyrant
Kier’s remaining silent
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick thinks that it’s great
We’re both scared and irate
Kier says just wait
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick says it’s a flex
And it’s Colombia next
Kier says it’s complex
He’s waiting for all the facts
Nick says nothing ‘bout oil
That makes our blood boil
The question would make Sir Kier recoil
He’s waiting for all the facts
Sir Kier sheds no tear for Maduro
For international law is his call
On kidnap, oil and violence
From Sir Kier simply silence
In a statement as weak as it is small
Sir Kier sheds no tear for Venezuela
Of the people, he said nothing at all
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