See you next Tuesday Suella

Here’s a little ditty for Ms Braverman

See you next Tuesday Suella (to the tune of ‘Where do you go to my lovely’)

Your speech was like Enoch on acid

Your vision is clouded by hate

As you pander to racists and bigots

While the ones in the uniforms wait

For their chance, oh yes they do

You are the daughter of migrants

You married a practising Jew

You studied your postgrad in New York

Your hypocrisy shines brightly through

Oh yes it does

You whip up the fright and resentment

While the Daily Mail fills in the gaps

You double and treble the numbers

And the ignorant all loudly clap

And wave their flags

You say you’re a reasonable person

Diversity’s your middle name

But I know the truth of your bullshit

Because I can see right through your game

Oh yes I can

I know where you go to Suella

When you’re alone in your head

You hang all the gays from the lamposts

And shoot all the refugees dead…