Jump Rope Politics
By Ewan
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We used our vote,
We live in hope,
we chant by rote,
the law of the rope
on the road to Gitmo Bay.
Not last night
but the night before
men in jackboots
came to the door.
As I ran out
they barged in
hit me on the head
with a rolling pin
I asked them
what they wanted
and this is what they said
“Wetback chancers
better split
Wetback chancers
turn around
Wetback chancers
on the ground
Wetback chancers
get out of town.”
Ten thousand others
climbing Donald’s wall,
sons’ and daughters’ mothers
climbing Donald’s wall,
and if those mother fuckers
should “accidentally” fall,
there’ll be ten-thousand others
climbing Donald’s wall.
I like coffee
I like tea
I don’t want immigrants
bringing it to me.
3-6-9
the goose-step’s fine
the others go to prison
on the box car line
the line broke
the others got choke
and they all go to Gitmo
in a little row boat.
My Donald told me
that he was goody
so he would get me
a job in Jersey
a neighbour told him
I kissed a migrant
now he won’t get me
a job in Jersey.
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Yes, sometimes it does feel
Yes, sometimes it does feel like everyone's just waiting for their go at the prescribed chant. Our own politics often remind me of a particularly vicious game of British Bulldog, conducted as they are in a stupid building not fit for any purpose other than demonstrating that our ruling classes feel most at home in a public school debating society.
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