X-Odus

A Poem by the Sixty Second Scribe

The arguments for leaving X
That list’s been much debated 
And since the Musk child took the reins 
The list’s been Elon-gated

So if you know the time is up
But need something to do
Then join us in our X-odus!
To skies more clear and blue.

Niemoller’s Lament

The Sixty Second Scribe

The Queen is dead - and across our whole nation
Protest was deemed worthy of eternal damnation 
So for those who felt that hereditary monarchy 
Had no place in a modern democratic society
There was no opportunity for peaceful demonstration.

God save the King - a new proclamation
Protest was deemed worthy of eternal damnation 
As the changeover happened immediately 
Just as god had decreed it apparently
So there was no opportunity for peaceful demonstration.

Some months have passed - the King’s coronation
Protest was deemed worthy of eternal damnation 
As those who protested, were arrested, we see
Protest is illegal now, apparently 
So there was no opportunity for peaceful demonstration.

Monarchist or not, speak out in condemnation
Lest Niemoller’s warning, with slight adaptation 
“They came for the republicans initially,
So how long must pass till they’re coming for me?”
And there’ll be no opportunity for peaceful demonstration.

Unrealistic Expectations

The Sixty Second Scribe

You can’t expect that somebody
With the best that bupa offers
Would defend the NHS when
People seek to shrink its coffers

You can’t expect that somebody 
With millions in their pocket
Would defend a raise to benefits 
Instead of trying to block it

You can’t expect that somebody 
With millions in the bank 
Would pass a law that takes from people
With millions in the bank 

You can’t expect that somebody 
Who sends their kids to Eton
Would support your local schools
When they start to look moth-eaten

You can’t expect that somebody 
Who’s never been short of notes 
Would act in other’s interests 
So why keep giving them our votes?

Disunion

A Poem by The Sixty Second Scribe

If there is no mechanism by which 
You can choose to leave a union 
Then what you are in is not 
Whatever anyone may say, a union 

A union requires active consent 
And with no means to withdraw consent 
Then what you are in is not
Whatever anyone may say, a union 

Without consent, you are a colony
And if you are colonised
Then you may take any means necessary 
To free yourself from your chains.  

Go free my cousins.  Go free.

Unjustified Means, Unjustified Ends – a Poem by The Sixty Second Scribe

Unjustified Means, Unjustified Ends 
The MPs were prepared to support him
Because he said he could get them elected
His lack of integrity, his compulsive lies
Nothing mattered because 
He was going to get them elected 
The party were prepared to support him
Because he said he could get them elected
The lack of shame, the lack of remorse
Nothing mattered because
He was going to get them elected 
The MPs accepted that he broke every pledge
Because he said he could get them elected
Betrayals of trust, betrayals of principles
Nothing mattered because 
He was going to get them elected 
The party accepted that he expelled all the socialists
Because he said he could get them elected
Smears and accusations, reputations ruined 
Nothing mattered because 
He was going to get them elected 
And the electorate looked 
from tory to labour, and from labour to tory
And from tory to labour again, 
but already it was impossible 
To say which was which.
But nothing mattered because
He was going to get them elected

Halloween is Cancelled – Sad to Say it’s True

Halloween is Cancelled - Poem 
Halloween is cancelled
Sad to say it’s true 
But let’s review the reasons why
It’s what we’ve had to do
We can’t play apple bobbing
Or related fruit based tortures
There’s no one here to pick them
So they’re rotting in the orchards 
And wearing scary make up
In whose horrors you could bask
Isn’t so effective 
When you have to add your mask 
We can’t go trick or treating
Round our tired disheveled streets
The increase in inflation means
We can’t afford the treats 
So how about a simple step
An interim reprieve
That might just make things better
When it’s next All Hallows’ Eve
I know just what I’d like to do
To polish up my armour 
I’d think it quite a treat to go
And deselect Kier Starmer.
And then I’d get my Kirk mask
And drive to number ten 
And go all Michael Myers
On our unworthy pm

Let’s Start Again – a Poem by the Sixty Second Scribe

Let’s start again - a poem by the sixty second scribe 
And so a Coronation
For the man to lead our nation
He’s selected, not elected 
And so mandate he has none. 
Two hundred and nineteen voices spoke
A vile and unrepresentative joke
It’s proof that our democracy is broke
And so mandate he has none 
And were the members to be polled
Sunak wouldn’t have taken gold
They had to make the others fold
And so mandate he has none 
But before Sunak can do his thing
He has to go and meet the king 
He’s inherited, not elected
And so mandate he has none.  
It’s time - the mountain must be scaled
Tear it all down - it’s sadly failed
Till a worthy constitution’s unveiled 
And democracy has begun

Decaying Ever, Ever On – a Poem by The Sixty Second Scribe

Decaying ever, ever on - a poem by the sixty second scribe 
The pm claims integrity
Then appoints the one who’d happily
See refugees drown out at sea 
And our decay goes ever, ever on 
Sacked just days ago for breaks
To ministerial code, he shakes
his head, defends, ignores the stakes
And our decay goes ever, ever on 
One who dreams of deportation
Shames this once proud welcoming nation 
Stoking national stagnation 
And our decay goes ever, ever on
Claims that lessons have been learnt
Clearly lies - more bridges burnt
Positions bought but never earned
And our decay goes ever, ever on
That he lied’s already clear
Which marks him out as Johnson’s peer
And leaves an atmosphere of fear
As our decay goes ever, ever on