At dinner tables all over the city
babbling above monkfish and sorbet.
Sated with a comfortable plenty
bodies well honed in expensive gyms
hands softly manicured to beauty.
With extravagant creams oozing
onto understated designer garmentry.
They wrestle with ruling the world.
Unaware their exalted regimen
bears no relation to ordinary men.
Whatever they may do or say
over their evaporating Pimms
will find its way into tabloid columns
be reiterated in courtroom dramas,
penned into white paper policy.
Loftily they claim a poor ancestry
proudly proclaim a true Labour identity.
Group thinking chattering classes at play
provide political philosophy today.
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