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The way you lie there, on the couch, takes up space,
you sorry conservative, rolling the words ‚tax cuts‘
while in your glass the wine‘s oily sheen slithers 
slowly, painfully downwards. I dip my finger in that red
and wet it. I lick it, cough and spit it,
it the trickling, luxuriant Provenchal sunlit juice
onto your pristine shirt and thank you for a lovely evening
in your south-facing home. I know I won’t back.

I enjoyed this, Dave.
The image of Rees-Mogg, his arrogance and contempt as he stretched out in the House of Commons, is something that'll be remembered for a long time. And something that must have caused untold damage to the Conservatives. 
No crits, just appreciation for a well-written and very visual poem. 
Typo? it the trickling,

Thanlks for the comments Colm and for your return toa ction here on the site. The event sin britain at the moment are truly bizarre and hard to explain. Painful actually.

The 'it# in 'it the trickling' is a repeat for effect of the 'it ' in the previous line but can and probabyl should be left out.

Dave
 

I like repeats. Maybe a comma?
it, the trickling
because there's definitely a slightly longer pause after it. 

Feeling like a colonial here.  I got none of the references, context, or even a scooby as to what this is about.  Glad Colm is here to talk to you. 

T

Tracy
I am afraid that absolutely no one can fathom the mysteries of the Tory party in Britain and its bizzare and dangerous belief in trickle-down economics at a time when the rich have multiplied their riches beyond all imagining and politicians make war on the poor rather than poverty.