"Three Idiotic Groups and Some Solutions to Their Malaise"
Wherever I look these days, England seems to be populated by A-List Idiots
who all have Ph.Ds in being moronic.
You may well glibly counter by saying, “Oh, it’s not that bad,” but it is: the
idiotic situation in certain quarters is beyond chronic.
There’s an epidemic of two short planks,
As evidenced by the weapons-grade fuckwits who’ve been too-long in charge
of our banks,
All merrily bowdlerizing this island’s fiscal security,
By behaving as if common sense represented some sort of disgusting,
As if that wasn’t bad enough, the task of spending the vast monies raised in
taxes by the Inland Revenue,
Has somehow been given to a bunch of fatheaded, nouveaux parvenus,
Each one an insufferable crook, whose pitifully insincere defence is,
“That it’s a regrettable error of judgement, to steal a million or two on
And yet, like a capricious teenager – cheerful one minute, the next
unaccountably moody and quiet –
They abandon their charade of contrition, the second they hear there’s a riot,
And rancorously denounce the despicable behaviour of the amoral,
While the rest of us are sitting here thinking: they shouldn’t throw stones,
whose second houses are made of glass.
On top of which, we are inescapably bombarded at every turn by the gurning
images of celebrities, for whom the only surety,
Is that they all deserve to languish, in ignominious obscurity.