We're only making plans for Nigel.
This entire set ups just for him.
Now, empty out your pockets, thank you.
Stand over there we’ll scan you down.
Nigel needs a helping hand.
He had a gram of green.
So open up your bag,
whilst we assemble our crack team.
We're only making plans for Nigel.
Move over there and take a seat.
Someone will be there with you shortly,
in the meantime, watch the BBC.
We only want what's best for Nigel.
This whole charade is just for him.
Shiny-shoed lawyers,
down the corridors of shame.
We're only doing this for Nigel.
It's unfortunate, but we agree,
it was the sanction of his benefits
that led to his crime spree.
We're only doing this for Nigel
he really has no voice.
Whilst Nigel sits quietly,
thinks “You Bastards” in his head.
We have to think of Nigel's future.
He really has to learn.
Stealing roast beef sandwiches
will only cause him harm.
We only want what's best for Nigel.
This whole pantomimes for him.
You have to know your place in life,
and ‘Strictly, No Smoking!’.
As I read through, I wondered who's or what's Nigel? But one thing resonate through the poem, the fact that people claim to honor an event for their greedy self. Yes, they say it's for Nigel, but their heart says a different thing
Exactly. Which is why, apart from a brief appearance, I wanted Nigel to be more a figure (as he is for them) then a real person. Thanks for your comment.
Always welcome