Miles Lloyd Presents; Political Poetry From The Soul, For The Soul.


I found a poem I wrote on a train once about Tony Blair. I was watching a lot of Rik Mayall at the time.

Blair.

Blair.
You didn’t care,
Blair.
Killing lovely little brown children because your American friends invited you there,
Blair.
I heard off of your mother that when you were younger you never did share,
Blair.
What else rhymes with Blair?
Tear?
Like you teared up our hearts?
I heard off of your mother that now you’re older you still don’t share,
Blair.
You gave the NHS a scare,
Blair.
Spending our taxes on killing lovely little brown children instead of paying nurses something fair,
Blair.
You look like you smell of burnt hair,
Blair.
The hair of the lovely little brown children you decided to kill instead of paying nurses something fair,
Blair.
Care?
Blair

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