Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 6

He’d plump for us plumb demolishing delusion
that’s any grandeur only a grander
backdrop can foreshowoff 
- crutch of plutolatry what cunty
inequality leans on, pushing odds bowloveringly stacked
against the Followupslot. Tomorrow with a mo or two to it
there’s not, but total tomb of mass morrowlessness, unless,
please, amen, a reputable firmament commences
covering Creation with vintage clones of my friend.

Like an outoftheblue sharpshooter sympathetictotheworkers,
bigpicturepicturer doing the victim sums, he insisted on
insolvencysolutions summit with MGRover’s
coffersuncougheruppers, who indulged and met this
terminal memberofthepublic, tho’ pension pirates
still robbed offshore, from aboard
the boardroom of the uncustodian ship, ’Ceased Trader’.

Like the designer of playingcards using Nubian monarchs, 
African knaves, Ace of Doves behind iconoclastic Sasakti ’Black Pack’.

Like a leader of latterday jacquerie, rake in his mitt
raised seditiously (this I daresay in his dreamstate,
where wise masses rallied round his dream state,
when nations disintegrate 
into armies of commoncourtesy).