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.
