No sidestepping the rout

There’s a strong chance this caucus’s plight
Will end with it fading from sight
No worthwhile vocation
Just glum resignation
Shall stroll them in to that good night

Claiming hard it’s the system that’s broken
With Sugar, their high-profile token
This old school technique
Is, in context, a cheek
When it’s plain that the people have spoken

What they said was resounding and clear
We now no longer want your crew near
We are sick, we are tired
Your grouping is fired
Your leader should move on from here

Still empty vain wishes remain
As the plotters collapse in disdain
They’ll regret they lost spine
They may whinge, they may whine
As the ticker reads Hove - Tory Gain

And then Manchester, Liverpool too
This machine left its chances to rue
From Scotland to Brighton
Last, don’t leave the light on
The map's sharply switching to blue

Yet ‘loyalty’ rumbles the thunder
As he stumbles from blunder to blunder
You were warned - you did nowt
To sidestep the rout
Now civil strife tears you asunder