The snake coils round and starts devouring its own tail
The scorpion arches up to lick its sting
The cassowary bends to peck at its own poisoned spur
And in a yogic miracle Johnson kisses his own ring.
Covid swerves in a tight circle and starts over again
Old No-Eyes frugs a circuit with his scythe
And Johnson fists himself with his own tousled turnip head
Though none of us would ever guess the wanker was so lithe.
Everything comes round again, eternally recurring,
In endless repetition, like a comet.
Johnson sticks his head up his loose arse biting at Brexit Deals
Like a fat, thrashed dog returning every evening to its vomit.