Hear, hear, grew the charge
and so the slow lethargic loyal men
and women wove the web around his feet,
tripping and ripping his riposte.
Whipping them were those
now nervously, previously deviously devising
each broken rule, wearing blue to hearten him,
smelling the welling of the telling of truths, they
writhe and slithily slip to the shadows.
There, they smile and bluster, while others
suited and groomed, smile and play
the waiting press and the BBC looks on, wondering who will direct their thoughts,
while, Maxwell lingers on his crossed fingers.
We have all been played,
We have all been betrayed,
We are all being wickedly made
to pay rising prices, repay government assists,
cloaking the cost of papering over the cracks,
wasted PPE billions, as ever with Tories