A prophecy for a week

Right none of that came true, my powers have escaped me. Here's a bonus poem though for those who read comments, its about a man who is blind. He talks and smiles and purr's like a cat, But when he got the cream, the people just sat, They didn't move when he stole them with fear, they didn't protest, when the terror was near, No they just stayed as they were told, A nation gripped, as insanity takes hold A blind folly as he dances on the screen, A flicker of his hair, Obviously forgot the bryl cream, How does he look straight in the eye? Those hideous monsters, they taught him to lie, So confident is he, but so afraid inside, He is the state collective conscious, But he can't see out his good eye.

Thats right it's Gordon Brown, a bloody politician, wasting my creativity on a useless man of the state, I oppose all state authority and here I am sucumbed to the media bullshit thats all around me, won't someone just send a space crcaft to abduct me, or at least get those nerds in geneva to actually do some good and create a black hole and tweak it so it only sucks up the power of globalisation. See how that goes down in clown town.