Well, selling the water companies to foreign investors was a great Tory idea wasn’t it? Now they cream off the profits to their nest eggs in the Caymans, the price goes ever up and the quality goes dow. They suppress wages and pour raw sewage into our waterways.
So where the hell did we go wrong?
They did the same with the Post Office, The Electric, The Gas, Housing and the Railways. They made a small short-term profit for a massive long-term loss. The profits are siphoned off abroad with no tax, the worker’s pay is depressed, the quality of service is crap and we pay more and more and more!!
Thatcher sold off all the council houses for a song to buy off the gullible tenants – now we have a massive shortage.
Sold of the Water – now we drink and swim in raw sewage.
Sold of the Electric and Gas – now we pay ridiculous prices.
Sold off the Post Office – now we have people madly driving here and there delivering parcels on the lowest pay possible.
All the money goes abroad without taxes and the economy is in a mess. There’s no money!
They are trying to do the same with the NHS and Education.
So Camron, Osborne, Johnson, Truss, Rees-Mogg, May and the rest of the Tories walk off with millions and we’re all left to pick up the tab!
Where the hell did we go wrong? Voting Tory! That’s where!
If you go swimming in the shite-us You’ll get worse than dermititis From the sea of grey detritus Where the sewage ebbs and flows
There’s no respite From the cess-pit No shelter from the pong The poor old ocean Is full of motions Where the hell did we go wrong?
Like a lamb off to the slaughter Pored myself a glass of water I failed to spot I’d caught a Little creature in my cup
I was well and truly bolleaux-ed From the fires of hell that followed T’was the cup of life I’d swallowed And it almost did me up
Something coming Through the plumbing That should not be there at all The glass is brimming And things are swimming And quite frankly, I’m appalled
I took a sudden notion To go down to the ocean I’d got my sun-tan lotion My flippers and my mask
In proper distribution Of fully-formed ablutions Formed an ocean of pollution In which I daredn’t bask
Some turds were teeny-tiny And some were big and shiny But they all fucked up the briney In which I dipped my toe
Russian Money, cash for meetings, cash for PPE contracts, cash for peerages, wallpaper, wine, meals, holidays, second jobs, illegal lobbying, loans without checks, tax breaks for the wealthy, tax loopholes, law-breaking, partying …….. yet try fiddling £5 on your pitiful benefits and you’re in court!!
Some of these guys have made a mint out of Brexit, Covid and ‘governing’ Britain.
Not so long ago we were locking up MPs for fiddling expenses. What’s changed???
