A SNEAK PREVIEW OF NEW POP LIT’S NEXT FEATURE

Tyranny doesn’t come in an App
We’ve seen it before

It’s got a moustache and a harsh pair of trousers
It’s old and cold and suffers in silence
All forbidding and grey and indiscriminate violence
It knocks on your door, at four, with a document

And smells of telephone wires and corridors, tobacco and damp pavement

It was in a film with the award-winning actor, he lost a stone to emote in a prison shirt
It was critically acclaimed so they put his hollow bones in a sepia toned aftershave advert

Tyranny doesn’t look like a gurning, groomed comedian

Who has emojis in his bio

And the gait of a hyperactive child

Coming Soon!