The Story Of The Expectations And Experiences Of A British Prime Minister
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Rishi rose with a glimmering plan,
Dreaming he’d be Britain’s man.
Smiling bright with polished charm,
He thought he’d bring the land no harm.
But once he reached that golden chair,
He found the truth was lurking there.
The PM’s crown, though shining new,
Belonged not to him—but to ‘TheFew’🦎🦎
Whispers came from hidden halls,
Echoed deep through marble walls.
Tony Blair, the phantom hand,
Guiding power across the land.
For promises of endless gold,
And influence both fierce and bold,
He bowed before the secret gate,
Where lizards 🦎laugh🦎 and seal your fate.
Poor Dippy-Rishi, blind to scheme,
Lost inside another’s dream.
He danced to Blair’s commanding tone,
A puppet on a gilded throne.
He played along, he wore the grin,
Obeyed the scripts they’d written in.
But when the call grew far too grim,
His wife said, “No way, not for him!”
So Rishi schemed a sly escape,
To dodge the claws, to shift the shape.
He called election—smiling wide—
And let the poison pass aside.
For promises of endless gold,
And influence both fierce and bold,
He bowed before the secret gate,
Where lizards laugh and seal your fate.
To Starmer’s grasp the chalice fell,
A gift disguised—a curse from hell.
And Rishi ran without delay,
To hide where shadows fade away.
Now safe among The Hills that Run,
Counting zeros one by one.
He sleeps in wealth, secure, alive,
Financial growth that will survive.
For promises of endless gold,
And influence both fierce and bold,
He bowed before the secret gate,
Where lizards laugh and seal your fate.
He served ‘TheFew’ 🦎🦎 He played his part,
He sold his will, he saved his heart.
And while they rule from out of view,
They still control both *Me* and *You*.
Copyright © Peter Moring 2025
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Rishi, TheFew – And the Poisoned Chalice of Power
When Rishi Sunak first stepped into Number 10, you could almost see the sparkle in his eye — the quiet conviction that *he* was going to be *The Man.* The one who’d steady the ship, fix the mess, and leave his mark in the history books. But what Rishi soon discovered — as so many before him have — is that the Prime Minister’s chair isn’t the throne of power it appears to be. It’s a gilded seat built on someone else’s foundation: *TheFew*🦎🦎 who truly pull the strings.
The British establishment has long had its unseen architects — the ones who shape policy, nudge decisions, and whisper the “acceptable” limits of leadership. According to many, Tony Blair is still one of those architects. Since leaving office, Blair has built a network of influence so vast and so subtle that even world leaders have been known to seek his counsel. And what’s the trade-off? Unlimited wealth, global prestige, and a lifetime invitation to the tables where real power dines.
Sunak, or “Dippy-Rishi” as his critics mockingly call him, might have believed he was there to make change. But soon enough, he learned that change isn’t what *The Few* want. They want continuity. They want compliance. And above all, they want control.
Rishi rolled along with the grand design for a while, taking the briefings, repeating the lines, signing off the deals — until the day came when he was asked to cross a line he simply couldn’t. That was the same line Keir Starmer now marches over without hesitation. When Sunak’s wife — known for her own sharp instincts — caught wind of what he was being asked to do, she reportedly said, *“No way, José.”*
And that’s when the game changed.
Rishi made his move not with defiance, but with calculation. He called the election early — knowing full well he would lose. To the untrained eye, it looked like a blunder. But in the darker corners of Westminster, many knew exactly what it meant: the passing of a *poisoned chalice.* Starmer would inherit the mess, the mandates, and the machine. Rishi, meanwhile, could step back into the shadows with no direct blame and no real consequences.
For his loyalty and cooperation, he earned what might be called *financial geometric progression* — the kind of secure, ever-growing wealth that only obedience to *TheFew*🦎🦎 can buy.
Now, while the country debates policy promises and partisan sound bites, the real power hums quietly in the background, unchanged. Rishi’s chapter has closed, Starmer’s has begun, and the same unseen hands continue to write the story.
Whether you call them “TheFew” 🦎🦎 “The Blair Network,” Or something darker still, the truth remains: ‘They’ control more than we care to admit — perhaps even *Me! and *You!
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