From the anodyne pen of the world’s most daring bandwagoneer, whose work has been lauded as ‘Shakespeare on kombucha’ by The Echo Chamber.
by Rupert Hackney-Sloane.
I coughed out my quinoa in a fit of pique,
snack escaping as rage erupted,
tears moistening the bearded cheek,
provoked by what Donald Trump did.
He had stirred up the great unwashed –
the lot I thought TV had quashed –
who would simply breed and pray,
absorbed only in the everyday.
But there the unschooled upstarts were,
upturning the expert prediction,
that change’s thwarting interdiction –
manifest in triumph for Her –
would keep dissenters down at heel:
so now democracy must be repealed.