HSSCDRV – Donald Trump and the Human Society-Suppressing Care-Deficient Retrovirus

You look like a constipated lemon

That’s fading round the edges

Like the crusty volumes in Whitehall

Reneging on their pledges.

Your mouth spouts such spurious shit

Your rectum is redundant,

You could fertilise a thousand fields

With the vitriol your drainpipe spits.

But despite your abhorrence,

Like dung beetles, your scat-deprived audience

Savours, rolls and feasts the manure

Dripping from your every putrid utterance.

It’s you who exudes the stench

But they who make my stomach rile

My liver spit out bitter green bile,

My gut wrench against vacant lack of sense.

But it’s not just hillbilly cotton-eye Joe

It’s the vile velleity of apathy in-tow, Cameron and co.

Disputing your madness yet passing through

Deceit and ideals that make your callous words seem true.

It’s not a man’s world it’s a bigot’s playground.

While all around your promise of a wall gets slighted,

They’re shutting the borders to the plighted

To satiate blighted Middle England’s unsighted.

Yes, you’re two horns short of Balthasar

But are you any worse

Than Bush, Cruz, or any of the tools

Who pander to this mass of disdainful fools?

These crass, self-serving reprobates

Who populate the upper and middle classes

Turn out to vote in an elitist right

Who smugly smite down from up high with spite.

In spite of these, the “extreme” left wing

Suggesting such outlandish things

As equal rights and prosperity for plenty

A deranged ideal for the dung beetle gentry.

A deranged ideal for these vacuous vectors

Of a society-supressing care-deficient retrovirus

Supplanting genes of reprehensibility –

And splicing through the NHS with glee.

HSSCDRV

That’s the virus, it’s the only way to explain

The disconnected hatred that seeps through the veins

Of a society genetically manipulated to feel no shame.

Like a naked mole rat lacks pain receptors,

These infected, contagious guinea-pig sheep

Are rendered impervious to suffering and need,

Empathy epigenetically concealed.

Empathy switched off by the virulent press,

Promoting an apathetic, selfish plaque;

The Alzheimer’s strangles the prefrontal cortex

As we descend, confused, to a hatred-fuelled past.

I wish you were a constipated lemon,

Then at least your bitterness would be good for something,

I could slice you into pieces and sip you with my gin,

But it looks like you actually might win.