Top paddock Labour sheep await Leader
To dip them all in centrist rhetoric.
Lights dim, giant union jack filled screen
Covers wall behind serried platform hacks,
Whilst flock baaas its way through god save the king.
Party line parroted off pat by all,
Tell everyone we believe in power
Because now we’re ready for government.
It’s as if there is no-one to tell them
The game is up, we all know what they are,
The internet teems with truth to power.
Each time Sir Keir appears he looks haunted.
Why wouldn’t he? He’s been royally caught out.
We know exactly what a shit he is.

Harri Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 26th September 2022