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Category: poetry
Nigel’s Crooked Millions
A Two Grand Hat
Miscarriage Of Justice Johnson
Justice Jeremy Johnson
Prefers a show trial
To a jury’s denial
Will let you say what
But not why
Will not let you justify
The smashing of weapons of war
Or explain what they would have been for
The destruction of Gaza
A disallowed answer
As he backs the government’s game
Justice Jeremy Johnson
Should hang his bewigged head in shame
David And Goliath
Raise The Colours
Blue Origin Blues
Jeff’s cock exploded
They said, oh dear
There’s supposed to be
A space rocket here
And now there’s just
A hole in the ground
A very rough day
All round, said Jeff
Who still had billions
Of dollars left
The Food Of Love
Havering
If you climb a lamppost in Romford
You can see Clacton-on-Sea
The roundabouts all lead to Essex
Where the punters say they’d rather be
Paying their taxes in crypto
Or rolls of used twenty-pound notes
A borough landlocked celebrating
How now they can stop the boats
If you climb a lamppost in Romford
You can see Clacton-on-Sea
Where give ‘em a chance to fuck it all up
Is the only hope there seems to be
Steve White & The Protest Family 