whose sleazes
are theses?
I put it to you, sir
you do as you pleases!
to me and to you
and to them and to meses!
you do SUCH harm, sir
with your dirty palm greasing
austerity severity!
services freezing!
your public fund plundering
and sundry seizing!
increasing policing
justice deceasing
I’m telling you, sir
it is MOST displeasing!
(oh why oh WHY
is not justice unleashing?)

(the poem ends here as the door’s kicked in; Police 1 and Police 2 rush in to arrest Dr Streuth for planning a public nuisance)