I hear Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy damn your soul. But its “Thank you Mr Atkins” when they open the election poll. When they open the poll my dear, betrayal an abject surety. No satisfaction of instinct, demeaning my tribal loyalty. I hear women this, and women that, and women don’t you care? But it’s silence of the lambs when a man’s rights are in the snare. Your rights are in the snare my dear? Cup and rejoice the angry tear. No satisfaction of instinct, revenge proscribed by cold...

I hear Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy damn your soul. But its “Thank you Mr Atkins” when they open the election poll. When they open the poll my dear, betrayal an abject surety. No satisfaction of instinct, demeaning my tribal loyalty. I hear women this, and women that, and women don’t you care? But it’s silence of the lambs when a man’s rights are in the snare. Your rights are in the snare my dear? Cup and rejoice the angry tear. No satisfaction of instinct, revenge proscribed by cold...