Status Critical (Poetry)

Buffoons have taken over our world
total idiots rule — okay?
When no one was looking the inbred churls
insidiously wormed their way

Now everyone’s puzzling quite how we came
to such a dire status as this
when sheer ignoramuses govern the game
then somebody’s taking the piss

The monkey’s caught playing the organ we fear
while the grinder has gone for his tea
and the tune churning out isn’t kind to the ear
but jars quite horrendously

The audience cannot believe what they hear
this isn’t the programme they bought —
a whole plague of clowns — it’s all froth with no beer
explanations now urgently sought

It’s a circus — a freak show — this nightmare-like stuff
a mad version of Animal Farm
with greasy-suit porkers feet wedged in the trough
there’s a rotten-smell-cause for alarm

Enough is enough of such unfunny fools
the show’s a disaster — a flop
as the rotten eggs fly and the boiling blood cools
high time for the music to stop