The New Politics
Angry? All the same aren’t they?
But wait…the cosy elite may yet be shattered.
There he stands, pint in hand.
Word of New Politics made flesh.
(Yes! He is actually holding a pint!)
The press (rubbish aren’t they?) smear and silence the new politics
by talking about it lots, hailing shifting plates:
“Give me 500 words on Bloke-With-Pint”
“Yes, like last week…Yes I know everyone else does”
“Don’t argue! It’s new, different. And get a photo of him with a pint”
The emperor clothed at last, in finest ever garb.
And the rhetoric!
Political correctness- it’s gone too far!
How come no one else said so?
Now we can reclaim Our Land. Our Freedom.
Freedom to slam thieving gyppos.
That’s not racist in The New Politics.
With freedom to play “don’t play the race card” card.
Detail? A fetish for the left (Wake up! They run everything!)
4th branch of the finance cult? A slur.
Noses in the trough? Feet in mouths?
More smears. What about the others?
And look! Over there!
Some people who don’t look or sound like us. I can’t cope.
We are martyrs, but things can be different now.
Vote for us. The others are awful.
It’s The New Politics.