Barking at nothing

Hungry and deprived of better meat
The bulldog snaps at gristle in the street
Snarling at the world, this slavering beast
Begs for favours at his master’s feast

Let this dumb animal express the creed
Of a deluded nation gone to seed
A canine lacky to the ruling class
A creature with a poker up its arse

If we depart from Europe, watch the news
For blander food and longer airport queues
Holidays in Skegness and in Dover
Days on golden beaches will be over 

The isolationists will seize their chance
For intolerance and ignorance
Enough of Rousseau, Sartre and Foucault
Philosophy is alien, you know

Ending larger dreams, for who were we
To hitch our flag to foreign liberty?
If they prevail, our future will be shot
To bark at nothing is the bulldog’s lot

Please donate generously

Somewhere in our country tonight
a blank face from a mirror stares back

a lonely tormentor turns off the light
at night, there is no-one to attack

daytime is their prime territory.
It’s true that they could victimise the cat

but since animals do not cry
where is the satisfaction in that?

When they are tucked up in bed
they have little opportunity

to oppress those who are merely talented
with their terrifying banality.

To obfuscate, browbeat and distress
to knot the stomachs of their prey

and render them horribly depressed.
They need you. So give to a bully today!