Peter Hitchens

13 Aug
He fucks you up, that Hitchens chap
  He may not mean to, but he does
He’ll fill you with his ghastly crap
  And add some extra, just because.
 
But he was fucked up in the past
  By boarding school and Trotsky club 
From Mail on Sunday’s shrill lambaste
  To glass half empty down the pub
 
So now he trolls the world for wage
  With views from 1954
Shun his poison, turn the page
  And stick to reading Suzanne Moore.

Peter Hitchens, 1954

 
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3 Responses to “Peter Hitchens”

  1. Helga August 13, 2012 at 11:20 am #

    Yep, love the poem our Jacques!!
    Helga

  2. mark palmer December 13, 2012 at 11:53 pm #

    Love it. Missed the opportunity for a scowl and jowel rhyming couplet. Any chance of another verse?

  3. Non-Sequitur.co.uk (@nonsequiturcouk) December 15, 2012 at 9:31 am #

    How about you deal with the issues he raises rather than slagging the man off.

    Pathetic.

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