ragashree
Reason vs Being
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Near Greenwich tube did Trueblue Blair
A wasteful Leisure-Dome declare
Where Thames’ polluted river ran
Past chambers fathomless to man
Through hazy London air.
So long this fine debating ground
With Gothic bores was warded round,
But here were passed so many enlightened bills
Where blossomed the fruits of old democracy,
And here procedures ancient as the hills
Enabled deep politic skulduggery.
But Oh! Those creepy thankless androids, canting
Down the green aisles whom we thought ripe to govern!
A Cabbage-race! Ignoble, disenchanting
As ever Tory cowered before the ranting
Of woman raving to her demon-coven!
And from this place, with ceaseless Labours heaving
As if its guts in one vast rush were cleaving,
A mighty motion violently was forced
Throughout whose swift uninterrupted course
Reports rang airy with a suspect smell
As those brown-nosing only knew too well:
So fell these prancing clots at once as ever
To worship fawningly their Sacred Leader;
Meanwhile, meandering with a hazy notion
From Lords and Commons passed the stupid plan
Then left these chambers fathomless to man
And stunk in silence to a spineless nation.
And ‘mid this silence rang out Trueblue’s name–
The Blair of flunkeys prophesying fame.
The shadow of the dome of leisure
Crouches toadlike on the Thames
Where was thrown the nation’s treasure
In these never-ending games.
It was a miracle! A rare disgrace
That looks no better there from Earth or Space!
A Frenchman with a glassy smile
On television I once saw
Waffling of the plans he’d laid
And on my fantasies they played
(Though what he said would bore you).
I thought: If I could string me
Bank and manager along
I someday too might hope to win me –
Yes, I’d buy it for a song!
I should buy that dome from Blair,
That money-home! I’d pay the price
Though all would grieve to see me dare
And all should cry, “Unfair! Unfair!
Another sups along with Blair –
He buys, but we must pay the price:
As Christ with loaves and fishes fed,
So who once broke of Tony’s bread
Shall find their Earthly paradise.â€
A wasteful Leisure-Dome declare
Where Thames’ polluted river ran
Past chambers fathomless to man
Through hazy London air.
So long this fine debating ground
With Gothic bores was warded round,
But here were passed so many enlightened bills
Where blossomed the fruits of old democracy,
And here procedures ancient as the hills
Enabled deep politic skulduggery.
But Oh! Those creepy thankless androids, canting
Down the green aisles whom we thought ripe to govern!
A Cabbage-race! Ignoble, disenchanting
As ever Tory cowered before the ranting
Of woman raving to her demon-coven!
And from this place, with ceaseless Labours heaving
As if its guts in one vast rush were cleaving,
A mighty motion violently was forced
Throughout whose swift uninterrupted course
Reports rang airy with a suspect smell
As those brown-nosing only knew too well:
So fell these prancing clots at once as ever
To worship fawningly their Sacred Leader;
Meanwhile, meandering with a hazy notion
From Lords and Commons passed the stupid plan
Then left these chambers fathomless to man
And stunk in silence to a spineless nation.
And ‘mid this silence rang out Trueblue’s name–
The Blair of flunkeys prophesying fame.
The shadow of the dome of leisure
Crouches toadlike on the Thames
Where was thrown the nation’s treasure
In these never-ending games.
It was a miracle! A rare disgrace
That looks no better there from Earth or Space!
A Frenchman with a glassy smile
On television I once saw
Waffling of the plans he’d laid
And on my fantasies they played
(Though what he said would bore you).
I thought: If I could string me
Bank and manager along
I someday too might hope to win me –
Yes, I’d buy it for a song!
I should buy that dome from Blair,
That money-home! I’d pay the price
Though all would grieve to see me dare
And all should cry, “Unfair! Unfair!
Another sups along with Blair –
He buys, but we must pay the price:
As Christ with loaves and fishes fed,
So who once broke of Tony’s bread
Shall find their Earthly paradise.â€
