Satirically speaking Bermondsey’s finest, I don’t think, is dying of HIV!

Politics and Neil Coyle!

By Stanley Collymore

 

Heil Neil Coyle! A casual greeting but definitely no

respect for this man who the entire country obviously

doesn’t even know exists let alone actually cares

is the incumbent MP for Bermondsey, and a

right pillock and a half too between you

and me, but for all that is decidedly

and by no means even worthy of the derogatory

abuse normally reserved for morons of his

ethnicity who readily fit the sobriquet

of being two sheets to the wind, and

rather humorously in the case of

Neil Coyle distinctly reminds

me of a septic boil that’s highly

distasteful to look at and is

dreadfully in the bargain

horribly stinking in its

smell and one that

sure as hell does

require to be

pressingly

lanced!

 

But since this pillock and a half who’s obviously

not the full shilling nor the sharpest or most

useful contrivance in the tool box �" fancy

this mindless nonentity obsequiously

allowing himself to self-absorbedly

go out on a precarious limb �" as

he indubitably could not have

thought up something like

that entirely by himself �" to get his name

in the papers, not mind you in order to

do anything remotely advantageous

that would benefit his constituents

but absurdly would you believe

it, threatening to sue Jeremy

Corbyn, of all people, for

Corbyn’s campaign team allegedly

defaming him? In other words

quite rightly pointing out to

the public generally this

nerd’s rampant double

standards, astonishing

hypocrisy and clearly

ingrained stupidity!

 

Poor Neil Coyle then taking great exception we’re

lead to believe by the Mirror and the Telegraph

daily rags to what Jeremy Corbyn’s team had

astutely �" my word not those of these so-

called mainstream liars �" and sensibly

done, and not least so because it was

a huge political embarrassment for

Neil Coyle a typical feebleminded moron;

and him too with this troublesome bum

problem of his and worst luck for him

has come on top of his nasty boil!

Apparently the recommended

lotion prescribed to him and

that he has been regularly

using isn’t working so

he’s lumbered with

an ongoing, shall

we subtly say,

troublesome

posterior

crisis.

 

Well one thing is for sure after all this matey! And I’m

making it unambiguously clear here and now that he

won’t get any sympathy whatsoever from me as

regards that specific matter, as I don’t or will

I ever approve of supposedly male gender

Member persons sticking their sexual

organs in places where they don’t

belong and ought never to have

been in the first! A disgusting

habit I firmly and honestly believe that’s

far from being hygienically clean and

furthermore is completely in every

regard morally obscene; and the

mere thought of which readily

causes me, and I’m being

truthful with all of you

here, and it includes

you, Bermondsey

MP Neil Coyle,

to shudder and

repulsively

recoil!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

21 September 2016.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

My German Schwiegermutter recently brought to the attention of her daughter, my Partner, and me a very unflattering but nevertheless exceedingly truthful article relating to what as a Brit I instantly recognized was spot on in relation to significant number of other Brits at home in the United Kingdom and who alas I’m forced by birth and not choice to share British citizenship with.

 

Scum I generally refer to them as for a number of very valid and pertinent reasons some of which I’ve outlined in previous articles and tweets I’ve written but anyway are far too numerous to enumerate here or give full credit to as an addendum to this poem, so I shan’t even bother to try doing so again and you’ll just have to take my word as regards what I’m saying and which is entirely your prerogative and shan’t have any direct or material effect on me one way or the other I promise you.

 

This poem though, satire and reality combined, is essentially about one such piece of British political and parliamentary s**t Neil Coyle. One of those genderless prats who in analogous terms readily conjure up in my mind all the masses of other nondescript pieces of s**t that you’ve personally passed from your bowels down into the lavatory pan, then disinterestedly flush away never to think of any more but all the same either end up milling about initially then inevitably float collectively in various underground sewer drainage facility systems before they’re involuntarily swept away to whatever sewerage depot that they destined for

 

That’s how I see you Neil Coyle together with all the other detritus elements of purported humanity to which you belong and moreover will always do so; and in that solitary regard alone am 1000% in unison with my German Schwiegermutter, my Partner, all of our several friends, countless numbers of other Germans and other continentals who laughingly look at the likes of you Neil Coyle in the 21^st Century and wonder what the f**k is happening to Britain, and how come pillocks like you are even regarded as human beings let alone get elected to parliament?

 

Feel free Neil Coyle to sue me and all those in Germany who think like me!