A masterpiece

The Gorgon.

Once upon a winter dreary, while I starved with eyes all bleary,
Over candles, lighting fags I’d lit five times before,
While I tugged my threadbare wrapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis a canvasser,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Bugger off, and call no more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
After all the Monsters died when the EU took tax offshore.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly we had sought to borrow
From the IMF a barrow - full of cash, but they said ‘No’ -
Now with credit torn asunder, credit cards all stamped ‘no more’ -
Penniless for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each tight-drawn curtain
Chilled me - filled me with the Terror made of Labour law;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis Jehovah’s Witness begging entrance at my chamber door -
Some persistent salesman entreats entrance at my chamber door; -
Double glazing, nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, or whatever stands outside my door;
Tell me those aren’t jackboots tapping, say it’s not a taxman rapping,
For I fear I may start crapping, crapping here upon the floor,
As with those who came before’ - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal was allowed to dream by law
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the outer door, still broken, bore the marks of boots galore
And the sign upon it fluttered ‘Insulate this. It’s the law.’
Green and spiteful Council law.

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