BAD BARD POETRY
Oliver Twisting
We like to strangle your ideas
And bury them in the dirt.
That’s just the way we like ‘em,
Buried and inert
We can’t have dissention
Or questioning ideas
So we artfully replace ‘em
With uncertainty and fears
We control the narrative
With our lackeys in the press
Silence and side-line voices
That might expose our mess
It’s such a well-worn route
They don’t realise we tread it
We appoint the blame
And always claim the credit
We’ve chums in the right places
So we fix and win the races
It’s our destiny, we won’t weaken
That’s what we’re taught
At Harrow and Eton.
Doing it for centuries
It’s always worked a treat
We have it to a fine art
It’s our bread and meat
Come out with lies and bullshit
Bamboozle bluff and bluster
Say one thing, do another
Then doubletalk for cover.
Meanwhile we wield the power
And busy behind the scenes
We’ve changed the rules and laws
For those of us with means.
Gosh we pinch ourselves
They swallow it so easy
But you bet we keep a weather eye
For those that’s getting teasey
So it’s tickety-boo and gravy
For us, the born and deserving
So don’t you ever dare to think
Of asking for another serving.