As I Please: The December Primates Poem
Attend the fate of J. Assange,
In chokey still: ah, plus ca change.
He gave the world, through wikileaks,
Such bad news of its ruling freaks
As caused post-haste the Arab Spring,
That most unsettling, seismic thing,
That upsurge of the baleful truth
Which made earth's mighty cry, 'Forsooth!
We must bring down this upstart Aussie,
The spifflicator of Moammar and Hosi,
Lest he bring down proud Bibi too,
A shakedown that would never do.
Let's find some sex-crimes he might rue.'
There swift appeared in wowser Sweden
Two dodgy dykes he'd done the deed in.
'Mah Gerd, he wers so impolite,
He smiled, we ferked, he stayed the night,
Then ONCE MORE while ah wers asleep:
Ten years minimum for thees creep!
Plers torture and chains in Guantanamo!
And death for wert he else mart know!'
And did we, Primates, likewise pork
Some snoring slut in fear she'd talk,
We might too howl now in some cell,
Nude, shackled, freezing, mad as hell.
We needs must practise better manners
In bed, in Sweden, with urban planners
Or cinema ushers, or what you will.
They mean us harm, they mean us ill.
One prick-prod out of place means gaol.
Beweep Assange's fate; and then all hail
His early rising cock. Wassail.
In chokey still: ah, plus ca change.
He gave the world, through wikileaks,
Such bad news of its ruling freaks
As caused post-haste the Arab Spring,
That most unsettling, seismic thing,
That upsurge of the baleful truth
Which made earth's mighty cry, 'Forsooth!
We must bring down this upstart Aussie,
The spifflicator of Moammar and Hosi,
Lest he bring down proud Bibi too,
A shakedown that would never do.
Let's find some sex-crimes he might rue.'
There swift appeared in wowser Sweden
Two dodgy dykes he'd done the deed in.
'Mah Gerd, he wers so impolite,
He smiled, we ferked, he stayed the night,
Then ONCE MORE while ah wers asleep:
Ten years minimum for thees creep!
Plers torture and chains in Guantanamo!
And death for wert he else mart know!'
And did we, Primates, likewise pork
Some snoring slut in fear she'd talk,
We might too howl now in some cell,
Nude, shackled, freezing, mad as hell.
We needs must practise better manners
In bed, in Sweden, with urban planners
Or cinema ushers, or what you will.
They mean us harm, they mean us ill.
One prick-prod out of place means gaol.
Beweep Assange's fate; and then all hail
His early rising cock. Wassail.
posted by Bob Ellis @ 23:55
3 Comments
3 Comments:
At least it rhymes and amuses.
Much to my annoyance I can't post here. I tried hundreds of combinations, selecting profiles till the cows come home. Is there some trick to this blog? Helvi
Welcome Helvi! (If you work it out let me know) :)
Bob thinks Assange is ok, but I reckon him to be irresponsible, reckless and a sociopath.
Perchance the good men do outweigh the evil, and I'll go with Bob on Strauss-Kahn, and the many others considered in his Drum article; but Assange seems to me to have gone too far in releasing uncut all the Bradley Manning material. His sexual misbehaviours are a minor sub-plot to my way of thinking; perhaps the CIA want to do a Capone with him (the Feds got Capone on tax evasion!), since they can't get him otherwise. In any event he'll get little sympathy from me.
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