Salome Zero

The Electorate has a strange look to-night.

said the Prime Minister.

Has she not a strange look? 

She is like an thirsty woman who is seeking everywhere for fizzy drinks. 

She is obese too. 

She is quite obese. 

The nutritionists are seeking to cure her obesity, 

but she will not let them. 

She shows herself obese in the supermarkets. 

She reels through fizzy drinks aisles like a thirsty woman. . . . 

I am sure she is looking for fizzy drinks. 

Does she not reel like a thirsty woman? 

She is like a thirsty woman, 

is she not?

Ah! I have slipped! 

I have slipped in Coke! 

It is an ill omen. 

Wherefore is there Coke here? 

There be some who slay themselves. 

They are The Poor. 

The Poor are people of no cultivation. 

They are ridiculous people. 

I myself regard them as being perfectly ridiculous.

The Daily Mail has written a satire against them. 

I hear in the air something that is like the bursting of bubbles, 

like the bursting of vast bubbles. Do you not hear it?

It is just like the bursting of bubbles.

The Poor are sick to death

Pour me forth fluoridated water.

come drink a little fluoridated water with me. 

I have here fluoridated water that is exquisite. 

Dip into it thy little red lips, that I may drain the cup.

I am not thirsty, Prime Minister.

I have drunk Coke.

Bring me horses

come and eat horses with me. 

I love to see in a horse the mark of thy little teeth. 

Bite but a little of this horse that I may eat what is left.

I am not hungry, Prime Minister.

I have eaten ketamine.

Bid him be silent.

 Do not listen to his voice.

 This man is for ever hurling insults against you.

Carbonation is terrible; 

It breaketh in pieces the strong and the weak as a man breaks corn in a mortar.

The Prime Minister worketh true miracles. 

Thus, 

at a  coalition which took place in a little town of London, 

a town of some importance, 

He changed wine into water.

He was seen on a council estate talking with chavs.

Chavs do not exist.

see Owen Jones.

Chavs exist, but I do not believe that this Prime Minister has talked with them.

I will tax fizzy drinks.

It is thus that I will wipe out all obesity from the country, 

and that all approvably BMI-ed  shall learn not to imitate their abominations.

. . . but I cannot suffer the sound of the Prime Minister’s voice. 

I hate his voice. 

Command him to be silent.

She speaks like an obese woman.

It may be she is with child  with Coke.

What child is that,

The child of Coke?

Mammon.

Wherefore should I not drink Coke? 

The Prime Minister, 

who is lord of the world, 

The Prime Minister, 

who is lord of all things, 

loves me well. 

He has just sent me fluoridated water. 

Also he has promised me to tax the dolescum, 

who are my enemy. 

It may be that the taxes crucify them

He shall be seated on this throne. 

He shall be clothed in scarlet and purple. 

In his hand he shall bear a golden cup full of fluorinated water. 

And the glorious revolution shall smite him. 

BANG BANG BANG.

He shall be eaten of worms.