So the mood slowly turns to despair
As the loyalists yank at their hair
Into colleagues they bump
Wandering if he'll soon jump
Before being pushed, into thin air...
...spill predictions, wild forecasts and threats
as the bookies refuse to take bets,
on the outcome next week
though the future's sure bleak
for the man who so boosted our debts...
... indeed cash is the cause of his woe
in more ways than the 'feral beasts' know
for too long he supported
a system now thwarted
the resulting collapse quite a blow...
... but those beasts have moved on from that grub
to political scandal and snub
they'll return in due course
and shall scream themselves hoarse
on the mobile from outside the pub ...
... Yet complaining of hacks is no use
like complaining of fat on roast goose
or like whinging at weathers
or sneezing at feathers,
just a life fact, I'm being obtuse...
...so to focus be clear he's now spent
a hell road of goodly intent
but no volume of guile
can now stop the bile
from bursting the seams of his tent.
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