Winston, fact-replacer and resolver of disparity
Expunging mutine-fodder stopping crimeknow for posterity
Too gingerly to sabotage his work to rouse his heirs
But still a daring dissident when cute girls want to have affairs
"If there's hope it's in the proles" Winston would mantrically insist
But when he went into their slums it's for his intra-Party tryst
He died a brainwashed no-one, all subservient and harrowed.
He would never make a ripple, but at least he burnt his marrow