I Spit On New Labour And All It Stands For! Poem by DM W

At the so called Labour Conference,
I was pleased there were several hecklers,
Because I was simply astounded
To see so many grovelling, dead head
Nodding, clapping puppets. Even seals
Seem to be blessed with more awareness
Than these people. I wish they would try
Harder to see through all the stupid lies
Of their Dear Leader: Sir Keir Starmer
And his self - serving acolytes. I'd rather
Eat my own flesh than listen to this
Blairite clone drone on and in a meaningless
Manner. Don't waste your vote on this viper
This backstabber, this stooge, this bloodsucker!