Of Keir Starmer
there’s barely a murmur
from the state-corporate press
about his uselessness.
twice stuck a knife through Corbyn’s armour.
Before he did it to Jezza’s front,
he stabbed him in the back, the treacherous cunt.
looks like a charmer.
But only in the sense that the moment he speaks,
he sends a room full of people off to sleep.
policies are woollier than a herd of llamas.
But facing a Socialist Appeal subscriber
he metamorphoses into a viper.
lost in your Blue Labour psychodrama.
You move to the right and seem to forget
that the voters worth having are still on the left.