George Osborne's Tear


Let it roll let it on ninety-nine pence a puffy pour
oh how you are offended & dissent was an absence
broadcast.

How sweet our 1980s come again &  the long queues
in the Post Office paid tribute. But where has it gone
the post Office?

In uncoded terms she grabbed the bishops wrist &
found it fattening. And on it rolled remembering how
he could but dream to damn so many lives though he
was so so willing.

And in hell she's shut down the furnaces &  flooded
the pits. And on it rolled a boastful dampness for it was
manful to be one of iron.