A poem for David Jones MP

Poem For David Jones MP for Clwyd West

Constant bellyaching.
And bleeting like a lamb,
Still like a baby,
Chucking toys from your pram.

Reading all your comments,
All your nasty little lines,
Building up your ego
With a bucket full of whines.

You think that you’re so saintly,
And whiter than white,
Well I read a lot of your stuff,
I think it’s fucking shyte.

Attacking all the “noobs”,
Your word, not mine,
You some sort of invertebrate?
I can’t see a spine.

In case you’ve forgotten,
Your a “noob” as well,
And for making new impressions,
Mate, you don’t excel.

If you can’t be constructive,
Then just save your ink,
I’m tired of all your bitching,
Stop and fucking think!

I hope you get to read this,
And inwardly digest,
I hope you know it’s you,
And it bangs hard in your chest.

You’re a fucking wanker mate,
It has to be said,
If you were stood in front of me,
I’d break your fucking head.

I’m sick of reading poetry,
With a comment left from you,
Another slimey phrase,
Makes me want to spew.

So that’s me, I said my piece,
And my words have run amuck,
Well guess what wanker,
I couldn’t give a fuck.