By Poet John Fairclough
Great at spinning speeches written
By paid advisors, “lotto winners”
Chance to change, for all not some
Tell me what he’s really done?
Smug, secure and in a bubble
Austerity never called to trouble
Homeless, health, no proper work
Tell me that he’s not a jerk!
He’s gone at last! For all we care,
Fine Gael still fucking there
What chance for all a life to lead
When men like this our country bleed!