"Playing With Fire"

We're supposed to be a nation
'Elf and Safety mad
But he's got away with it
Bullying Bullingdon cad.
Over five hundred firefighters
Will disappear
Ten stations close today
To start the New Year.
Three are in east London
So we can let them burn
But South of the river
Will they ever learn?
Lewisham Hospital
They wanted to close
Tens of thousands
Hit the streets
The working classes arose
Full of anger
And ready to oppose.
That was a battle
Ordinary folk won
My next comment
Will maybe stun:
Why they bothered
I cannot see
With no fire stations around
You're brown bread
Before A & E.
It's only a matter of time
Before there's a major shout
You're going to die
Because the firefighters
Are all out!
Every appliance left
Busy on the street
So you die in a fire
Will Boris take the heat?
As night follows day
There'll be blood on his hands
That much I can say
With his head in the sand.
Waffle this, bullshit that
Bamboozling with posh words
Winning votes with his
Cheery posh chat
Making fools of The Sun reading
Thick as shit herds.
Wake up you fools
It's time to condemn
Get rid of Boris
Before you end up in the Crem!
Here's a thought-
No matter what spin
Or smoke and mirrors he tries
It could even be one of his
Toffee nosed twits friends who dies
Real smoke and fire
Doesn't recognise class
Which sums up the entire farce.
I have no doubt
This will end in death
Lungs filled with smoke
For your last breath
All because of his bastard cuts...
From which I hope he won't be immune
Boris on the way can't come too soon
On his namesaked push bike
When he's squashed under a lorry
Dead by a thousand cuts
With one of his lackeys saying sorry

Dulwich Poet 9th January 2014

( Huge cutbacks have come into force across the London Fire Brigade, pushed through by the Conservative Mayor of London Boris johnson, against public opinion, and also against the elected representatives of the London Assembly)