Higgs…. Who Would be King

Mr. Higgs doth cling
            to visions of King 
as he stumbles, bumbles and stalls 

On the homeless, the wageless
            the Francophone crew
his sore lack of empathy falls 

With the Vicker’s kind blessing
            the impact was lessening
when Covid first knocked at the door 

But ignoring the chance
            Higgs ‘stead chose to dance
and Omicron surged in all the more 

On a nuclear mission
            for a future of fission
the Greens can wait at the gate 

Higgs opens the coffers
            to pipe dream ad hoc-ers
the plutonium scourge left to fate 

As the Steward of Irving
            it’s the 1 who he’s serving
no help will 99 see for their woes  

Still, Higgs will attest,
            he always knows best
but the Emperor in truth has no clothes

Lawrence Wuest is an ecologist living in the Upper Nashwaak on unceded territory of the Wəlastəkwiyik, Mi’kmaq, and Peskotomuhkati.