Here come sporadical lockdowns,
The latest order of the day,
Leicester one day, your place the next.
What powers are needed for this?
Are there any sporadic apps?
Or are these just the random thoughts
Dreamed by wily spad conjurers
Who have to give their ministers
A semblance of something to say
In order to confirm that they,
In their wisdom, actually
Do something, or do anything.
In the vague hope that chaos theory
Will somehow come to our rescue,
These dark prestidigitators
Foist their sleights of hand on us all
Daily. As media trumpets
Blare out latest tossed off press release,
Funded by magic money trees
We all slither down on our knees,
Smeared and mired in Tory sleaze.
Wild campers pitch tents everywhere
Furloughed workers stand down and stare,
Weeks go by as the deadline nears,
All are filled with sporadic fears
Somebody said six million,
That’s just a random estimate.
No-one really knows how many
Will draw universal credit,
Welcome to Sporadicity.
Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 20th July 2020