I saw that the tories had done an ad,
in comic sans,
and honestly,
I fucking lost it.
We are truly in the comic sans timeline.
I guess everything is funny,
classic Dom,
classic Boris,
classic cunts,
not giving a fuck,
that while they play games,
the pawns and pieces are begging for just one day,
just one day,
when the alleged grown ups,
outgrow their dungarees and dumb games,
and get to business.
It behoves me to tell poor Brenda,
that an election is apparently imminent,
because our politically impotent prime minister
has thrown his toys,
his majority,
and his brexit deal out of the pram.
Trump has finally learned to shut up,
silenced by the testimony,
at his impeachment enquiry,
but alas,
he’ll probably find his voice,
and his twitter password shortly.
Millions marched,
of all races and classes,
for the planet,
and a people’s vote.
Trains and veins were bursting,
with excitement and frustration,
as for a few seconds,
each person thought,
for their own reasons,
that maybe their voice was visible after all.
Some stuff probably happened in sport,
but I mean…
unless it comes from……….Rebekah Vardy’s account,
it’s irrelevant.
Director after director droned on and on,
about how Marvel films are shit,
screensplaining to the plebs
about what they should be swallowing at the cinema.
Franco is finally fucking off from The Valley Of The Fallen,
and hopefully what’s left of his corpse
will end up in a bin,
in an independent Catalonia.
Life is truly written in comic sans,
and we are bobbing along the banter timeline,
but every now and then,
more and more these days,
something happens,
that is scarier than anything Halloween could hand us.
Such as,
39 people,
seeking a better life,
saying goodbye,
and getting a cold reply,
from a nation that dares to call itself great.
“Where were their visas?”
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