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By Peter Raynard
What wee timorous beastie have you become?
Scurrying between abstruse summations
that we cannae yet speak of until the drums
of excise duties reveal your destinations.
You lived within the tittles and tattles where
the money was here, the money was there
until there was no money anywhere. We see
you looking over your shoulder like a referee
making sure not to bump up against the rules.
It would not be wrong to say you maintained
the hindquarters of those blue and white curtains
myxomatosing scenes of a country ‘full of fools’.
More than a penny pinching admin man,
a twee skwee shuffling power north of Hadrian.
You & wee Jimmy saw a fuel-rich sea flowing
coffers whilst setting aside all that eco’s blowing.
Power couples’ success is judged on the balance
between running a country and ruining a country.
Whether a marriage or a Union pressing the flesh
of supporters whilst palming the flesh of detractors.
Resignations came quick, the marriage did break
a million documents in a root and Branchform
investigation with police tents outside your door.
You captured Legal Aid. The Nation awaits your fates.
