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 

22 – This Feline Has Ceased To Be

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The Sixty Second Scribe takes a look at the latest dead cat to be thrown on the dinner table, and while he recognises it for just what it is, he also considers that it might just serve a purpose. It’s difficult to say for sure, but even the supine nature of the British public must have a limit somewhere. Surely?

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15 – You Know Where You Are With Johnson

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The Sixty Second Scribe shares a bewildering experience where a friend who he had previously had a great deal of respect for, showed herself to be more than a bit bizarre in her political approach. And left him scratching his head a great deal. And swearing a lot. Although only once in here. So do you really know where you are with Johnson?

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014 – Cabinet Search Party

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Cabinet Search Party

I have a plan.  
We’ve been looking at this all wrong.
Don’t look to end the hide and seek
Instead, seek to prolong

Send the cabinet searching 
Do you see what that could mean?
Get the full advantage 
By switching to sardines!

As each one uncovers him
They hide with him and hence
We rid ourselves of all of them
Now THAT is common sense.  

(c) 2020 The Sixty Second Scribe.

003 – Shameful Diversion

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Shameful Diversion

Have you ever seen anything worse?
Than the fucking BBC In a boat?
Watching a group of scared men and women
Bailing seawater to keep themselves afloat.

What does our proud broadcaster do?  Do they help?
Do they lift them onto their own sturdy deck?
Or do they just point their cameras and hope for the worst
That those risking their necks will be wrecked.

So who here’s the biggest threat to our lives?
The desperate souls afloat on the seas?
Or is it those with so little humanity 
That they’ll offer no help, with no hint of unease

Are these brave travellers the ‘dangerous criminals’?
Described thus by our blustering PM
Or are they perhaps ‘following the instincts of every parent’?
Which our cabinet deemed fine when it was one of them.

It’s just a diversion.  This isn’t news.
Look away – ignore it – discount.
They want us discussing migration again
So we won’t hold Johnson to account.

(c) 2020 The Sixty Second Scribe