So, quick recap - Obama got sworn in, Gordy B immediately tried to pin himself to the reflected glory, RBS became even more nationalised than it was already (oh, how the mighty have fallen) and I got thoroughly 'refreshed' at a Burns Dinner one night early. Because having Burns night on a Sunday - and therefore a school night - is just silly.
Anyway, on the notice board at work a co-worker had posted a piece of poetry singing the praises of GB for nationalising RBS in the name of every Scot, thus saving the world. This irritated me on a number of levels, not the least because it involved nationalising, a distinct lack of economic understanding, and because it smacked of nationalism. I therefore spent fifteen minutes of my lunchtime coming up with a suitably withering response, got a bit bored, and came up with this.
The Boy Who Lied
by teh basementcat
Economy in meltdown,
A currency in decline,
A leader who is frightful,
And apparently quite blind.
While mortgaging our future,
Haemorrhaging our cash,
He seems to think we’ll let him,
Spend our money like a rash.
The solution isn’t working,
Simply spending will not save,
When grassroots change is needed,
This man is just not brave.
He will not trust the public,
He curtails our liberty,
He wants their private data,
But he’ll lose it as you’ll see.
A rigid style of leading,
He bullies all his peers,
Decries opponents as ‘do nothing’,
When they are what he fears.
He claimed an end to boom-and-bust,
That he brought a golden age,
While flush he failed to fix the roof,
He’s clearly no great sage.
His work is self protection,
Delusion is his game,
Our fault to perpetrate it,
But, oh, what is his name?
His touch is not like Midas,
This misguided lying clown,
He curses all he touches,
His name is Jonah Brown.
Okay, so it's hardly Whitbred Prize-winning stuff, but it was a suitable outlet for my irritation.
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