Tag Boris Johnson

The Parrot Falls off his Perch

This stanza refers to the Tory leadership contest following Theresa May’s resignation as UK Prime Minister. At present, Boris Johnson is far ahead of his rivals. The stanza’s warning, that in his career he has been sacked twice for lying, is a matter of public record. So is much… Continue reading The Parrot Falls off his Perch

The Parrot Speaks of the Democratic Covenant

A private prosecution has been taken out against Boris Johnson MP, for claims he made during the 2016 EU referendum. After 3 years of preparation, it had its first hearing in private a few days ago. For an example of the Press coverage, see https://www.theguardian.com/…/boris-johnson-could-be-challenged-in-court…

Essentially, if… Continue reading The Parrot Speaks of the Democratic Covenant

Satan at Meat

The Parrot Seeks a Cage

Here is that parrot again, bird of paradise, thundering from his cage in rhyme royal, claiming his liberty to speak his truth. He fears for his young and sees no true or worthy leaders anywhere, merely creatures of self-interest seeking their own gain from our flounderings… Continue reading The Parrot Seeks a Cage

Parrot Addenda

Since the Summer of 2018, I have been writing a series of stanzas in rhyme royal, mostly on the subject of Brexit.

Each has been written as a separate item, rather than as part of a longer poem. They were produced in response to, and often very soon after, various events and announcements that occurred during… Continue reading Parrot Addenda

Boris Johnson Hies Abroad

 

There are many employers in the UK, as in other countries. They range from employers running large organisations to those who manage small teams, from people seeking to fill vacancies at various levels of a complex hierarchy, to leaders of small groups of adventurers… Continue reading Boris Johnson Hies Abroad

Dust

The poem I’m publishing here foresees the end of the world. The false god Me n’ Mine has too many worshippers to be withstood. Besides Greed, the angel which serves Me n’ Mine most faithfully is the Lie and it is the Lie by which the false god rules and will destroy us all… Continue reading Dust

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