From the Dead Poets’ Page (Afterword) of Underdog Anthology 25 (unpublished)

Fool, Vainglorious Fool!

By Roo B. Doo

Was it worth the waiting for?
Labour’s Nineteen Eighty-Four?
Everyone of them is cru-el!
Ev’ry Tory let us down
Losing seats to Labour clowns
Tossing out our Brexit renew-al!
There’s not a hope, not a crumb of comfort to find
In this skank government that’s installed
And there’s nothing to stop us from going downhill
With a worse Prime Minister that’s hard to im-ag-ine

Fool, vainglorious fool!
Keir Starmer’s a bastard!
He’s a lying tool
It’s written in Hansard!
Small eyes lost a face of dough
He craves acquiescence
Demands we watch the TV show –
Ad-ol-escence!

Fool, vainglorious fool!
He thinks he’s in the big league
Bestriding the world stage
With a Ukrainian in fatigues
Just picture the hugging freaks
Oh fuck, we are screwed!
Oh, fool,
Wrong-headed fool,
Treasonous fool,
Vainglorous fool.

Fool, vainglorious fool!
Don’t care what we’re demanding
Deaf!
Willfully blind!
Rude!
So long as he looks commanding
Just don’t think of tweeting that
Or do online revealing
Plod will come and then you’ll know that
Banged-up feeling!

Fool, vainglorious fool!
What wouldn’t we give for
A general election soon
Not that there’s much else to vote for
Why should we be fated to
Be replaced and denude
By that tool!
Malevolent fool!
Wrong-headed fool!
Treasonous fool!
Fatuous fool!
Murderous fool!
Vainglorious fool!