WHY ARE YOU WAITING TO CLAP YOUR HANDS?
Transposition of “Ma che aspettate a batterci le mani”.
Dario Fo, 1958
Dario Fo won in 1997 the Nobel Prize for Literature
© Paolo Bolzoni, 10 dicembre 2023
Why are you waiting to clap your hands
To wave Breshit flags in the streets?
Kneel to the king of charlatans
The real clown sitting in Number 10.
Everyone come to Sir Larry’s in two hours
You will fill your eyes with rage
Your throat choking with disgust
And fear gives you three thousand heart attacks.
Boris was crazy about this drama
Every evening plotting with Carrie
He dreamed of staying in Number 10 forever.
Now he is still crying and despairs
From that day they sacked him
To put in charge the Liz-ard.
And all of you Britons will cry
When you see this drama to the end
When if you are wise you will learn
Never to accept a clown again.
Don't worry if it's dark tonight
There are many puppets all around
With cyanide lighting their brain
To regret Boris, who seemed just like an amateur.
Why are you waiting to clap your hands
To waive Breshit flags in the streets?
Kneel to the king of charlatans
The real clown sitting in Number 10.
You will see a wicked clown
In love with the vile Cruella
Who crushed Crispin, Liz-ard and other cheats
And thanked the Britons for the crime.
Flocks of sheep cheer in the pubs for Rishi
Celebrating frozen duties on beer
To wage war against migrants.
The clown who loves Modi and the oligarchs
Who screws the economy
And pockets the profit from his deeds.
Why are you waiting to clap your hands
To waive Breshit flags in the streets…
P.S. For correctness, I informed Mr Rishi Sunak, Mr Jacopo Fo, Ms Mattea Fo, and Mr Gianluca Rame before publishing this post.
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