Goveller's Travels
Sep 7th 1727
Environmental minitants block the Lilliputian free-press. The deputy-emperor Boris responds thus:
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by The Sun’s Newscorp;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
Sep 7th 1727
Environmental minitants block the Lilliputian free-press. The deputy-emperor Boris responds thus:
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by The Sun’s Newscorp;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of Levinson are buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our hackéd phones hung up by columnists;
Our stern alarums chained to buried meetings,
Our deathly margins to despiteful measures.
Grim-visaged Wootton smoothes the wankers’ font;
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our hackéd phones hung up by columnists;
Our stern alarums chained to buried meetings,
Our deathly margins to despiteful measures.
Grim-visaged Wootton smoothes the wankers’ font;
And now, instead of mounting barbed leads
To taint the souls of fearful adversaries,
They caper nimbly in my lady's chamber
To the diverting piffle of baby scoops.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor bothered to support a fragile working class;
To taint the souls of fearful adversaries,
They caper nimbly in my lady's chamber
To the diverting piffle of baby scoops.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor bothered to support a fragile working class;
I, that am crudely flanked, and want Gove's majesty
To sit before inquiring Andrew Neill;
I, that am blessed of this Rupert’s backing,
Cheating your future by dissembling nature,
Uninformed, indolent, spent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half masked up,
To sit before inquiring Andrew Neill;
I, that am blessed of this Rupert’s backing,
Cheating your future by dissembling nature,
Uninformed, indolent, spent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half masked up,
A hack, so shameful and unpalatable,
That Dilyn barks at me as I sneak in;
Why, I, in this bleak Brexit time of peace,
Have to talk shite – ‘The free press it must shine’ –
Or else to spy my deceits in The Sun
Descanting on mine known dishonesty:
That Dilyn barks at me as I sneak in;
Why, I, in this bleak Brexit time of peace,
Have to talk shite – ‘The free press it must shine’ –
Or else to spy my deceits in The Sun
Descanting on mine known dishonesty:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a leader,
To entertain these dire hell-spoken days,
I am determined to play comedian
And wear the high-viz of buffoonery.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By Tufton Street pork markets, libels, dreams,
To entertain these dire hell-spoken days,
I am determined to play comedian
And wear the high-viz of buffoonery.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By Tufton Street pork markets, libels, dreams,
To set the forbearing and the right wing
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if the hopeful be as true and just
As we are subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should England be divided up,
About patriotism, which says 'we';
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if the hopeful be as true and just
As we are subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should England be divided up,
About patriotism, which says 'we';
Of optimism’s heirs shall soon be free.
Dive, thoughts, down to Wapping: here
Cummings comes."
Dive, thoughts, down to Wapping: here
Cummings comes."
I shamefully forgot to say many thanks to @Michelangela75 for unearthing this rare gem. I wonder if I'll forget to do anything else before the year is out.
