A Letter of Despair
As May takes her leave
They’re lining up to deceive –
Tories on their ownsome!
Representing all the rich,
Stabbing at the bitch.
Playing with their Johnson!
And they’ll say the right things
As they wait in the wings,
But they’ll do the other!
As they play the hypocrite
To the ones who have no wit,
As if they were their brother!
And their stinking Tory rags
Of Public schoolboy fags
Will scream their torrid lies.
As they bastardise the truth
And hurl their abuse
At the ignorant and unwise!
For now the race is on
And the rules are all gone –
Their weapons bloody!
Cometh the hour;
It’s all about power
Forget the country!
They’ll pose and they’ll curse;
They’ll promise the earth,
But never mean it!
They’ll sell their souls
To gain votes in the polls,
Then contravene it!
For the many – not the few
From their lips it will spew
As they mirror Corbyn!
While robbing from the poor
And kicking in your door
Like a Lord a-robbing!
Hard Brexit they support
With barely a thought
For the workers!
It’s all British grit!
None of your foreign shit!
For they’re a bunch of shirkers!
So on with austerity!
Stuff you and me!
It’s all about the bankers!
Zero hours and low pay
Is what’s coming our way
From the Tory wankers!
They’ve robbed your pension
With hardly a mention
And lowered your pay!
But the profit zooms
As the future looms
And the wealthy get their way!
As they privatise your school
And sell off your pool
To the highest bidding!
All their investor chums
Are sucking on their thumbs.
You must be kidding!
Never had it so good
In your neighbourhood
As they screw you over.
Soon you’ll pay to breathe
For freedom you will grieve!
Love
Your Tory lover!