Bunter's Revenge (Poetry)
24th March 2013
The Billy Bunters of politics
have been out in the playground today
loud-mouthing their fantasies —
buns all round despite no pocket money.
The joke is thin but they’re obese
their sights set on Head Boy again
and pockets stuffed with sticky toffee bribes
for cringing, weedy brainiacs who tag along
just for the giddy ride.
Their corner’s full of noise —
hot air — the sweat of comics telling lies —
all “golly-whizz” and tuck shop sweetners —
doesn’t anybody like them for themselves?
Greedy, unappealing, bully types
mutated from tradition’s blubber-sacks
never chosen for the old school football team —
they fooled us all — snuck in behind our backs.
have been out in the playground today
loud-mouthing their fantasies —
buns all round despite no pocket money.
The joke is thin but they’re obese
their sights set on Head Boy again
and pockets stuffed with sticky toffee bribes
for cringing, weedy brainiacs who tag along
just for the giddy ride.
Their corner’s full of noise —
hot air — the sweat of comics telling lies —
all “golly-whizz” and tuck shop sweetners —
doesn’t anybody like them for themselves?
Greedy, unappealing, bully types
mutated from tradition’s blubber-sacks
never chosen for the old school football team —
they fooled us all — snuck in behind our backs.