This poem is dedicated to anyone desperately hoping for a reprieve, including the PM Boris Johnson who, at the time of writing, is relying on an unlikely form of salvation from “partygate”.
The Last Resort
When I’m in the dock
of the heavenly court
When the indictment’s been read
and it’s not at all short
When my praying and begging
have all come to nought
When judgment is nigh
and the demons are brought
When the final sentence
is virtually wrought
When the time has come
for the last resort
I’ll beseech the Lord
to hold the thought
and await the outcome
of Sue Gray’s report.
