Votes R Us Poem by Alistair Graham

Very nearly didn't vote,
voteschange nothing quote-unquote
or nothing ever changes,
stays the same
Then I slice a slice
of Five MileCheddar
and up the hill
inclement weather
"if you don't vote
then you can't complain"
A flyer from a friendly face
on entry,
now inside the place
I'm fed warm cheese
on stick, on paper plate
Plug-in smellies
on the walls
fat men in wellies
know-it-alls
and opium burners
filling heads with bait
Flag wavers
of every sort,
piled-high troughs
and sniffs and snorts
of greedy pigs
feeding on
human flesh
In a small room
out the back
a laughing roaring
spluttering pack
of bloated faces
over-run the crèche

Wine and beer is complimentary
spirits, cider, wickeds, plenty,
flat-screen sports
and fashion shows,
three D
And rows and rows
of smiling faces
hanging low
from boot-size laces
screaming,
if you buy one
get one free

In a trance now; silly me