You Dunning-Krugered, long in our hearts.
You were the gift that gave itself
and tore departments apart.
broke both probation, and the trains.
You thought your plans were heaven,
and always tried to shift the blame.
Cos old white guys always win:
Never fading with the sunset
when the failures kick in.
along the Kent coast’s greenest hills;
your ferries failed long before
Their court cases ever will.