It was an acrimonious final act -
The party of the white working-class
Died live on the telly - it’s leader fell flat
On his fat arse and killed his party. The morass

Was expressed across most of the press
As the symptom of an idiotic pleb
Caste. The black-clad hooded peasant expressed
His racist thoughts at last. The blacklegs

Struck again. Mr. Blair, bourgeois saviour,
Said that far-right racism was the free
Choice of the chav, now far too dumb to vote Labour.
It was not a rash lurch for dignity.

Nor a dispossessed cry for a voice.
This was freedom. The poor are fascists by choice.