Gentle Ben, Linus, and Lucy
wandering loosely entwined by
a lucid dreaming we all seek.
These causes and those effects,
lost on cosmic rejects.
The remnants of Tories, wandering around,
like careless, cautious, clueless gnomes whispering
“Jethro Bodean, Jethrene, Jethrene.”
and
“Serenity Now! Serenity Now! Serenity Now!”
The remnants of Tories thinking, we would
buy their propaganda in this day and age.
Their wage is not determined by their pay.
The money they make comes from the policies they make.