Clueless, window-licking, credulous arseholes.
Repugnant, racist, Daily-Mail-reading arseholes.
Cretinous, xenophobic, bed-wetting arseholes.
Bigoted, jaundiced, flag-waving, arseholes.
Odious, small-minded, knuckle-dragging arseholes.
Despicable, unenlightened, vile, vile, arseholes.
Detestable, deluded, jingoistic arseholes.
Disgusting, intolerant, nationalistic arseholes.
Narrow-minded, hateful, hate-filled arseholes.
Lager-swilling, spittle-drooling, Land-of-Hope-and-Glorifying arseholes.
Slack-jawed, fractious, brown-shirted arseholes.
Empire-yearning, yester-yearing, Union-Jack-draped arseholes.
Pathetic, amoral, stupid, stupid, arseholes.
Senseless, chauvinistic, remember-Agincourting arseholes.
Twisted, fuck-witted, quarter-brained arseholes.
Cloddish, brutish, British arseholes.
Who are you going to blame now?
(I wrote this in prose, but then realised it was a poem, so I added poetic line-breaks.)
It's in a sort of 'off' iambic pentameter. Quite hypnotic.
I like to think of it as I-sham-bic pentameter. Do you see what I did there?
I have ordered my dripping, found my darning needle and look forward to everything going back to black and white. Good poem.
I am consumed by impotent rage. Can you tell?
This actually justifies your ire, validates your poem and may even make you weep: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03zjmdp
New PM calls a general election.
Lib-Dems campaign on the basis that they will give the country another chance.
It might just work....