When he answered that councillor’s question
He let out a Freudian slip
When he argued for wages exemption
It wasn’t a gaffe or a blip
When his Lordship said disabled workers
Should get by on two quid an hour
No, he wasn’t just acting the jerk as
Though he’d just come down in a shower
He was voicing his deep-seated feeling
And saying what most Tories think
And his innermost bigot revealing –
A slip named for Sigmund the shrink
Now the trouble he’s in – give him credit –
Is not for the vile thing he said
But merely the fact that he said it
And didn’t stay tight-lipped instead
Cos the party that’s not above shutting
The life-saving fund, ILF,
And doesn’t think twice about cutting
Back Access to Work for the deaf
Will not likely have moral objection
To cutting our wages next June
And Lord Freud – he just needed correction
For letting it slip out too soon
This poem was published on the Poetry-24 website on 24 October 2014.
