By Jackie Green
Quips that slip from pompous lip,
Wide eyed lies that slide like flies
From piles of dung, publicly flung
At the tufty hair and vacant stare,
Of our PM from number ten.
His puerile pranks and hollow thanks,
The complete denial when all the while
He danced the jig without a fig
Because he’s the boss – who gives a toss
That others cried and loved ones died.
Let’s save Ukraine so they don’t blame
The tory men for such mayhem.
Let’s name Non Doms and other cons
So TV news and media crews
Seek other fools who break the rules.
Tomfoolery is just a tool to try and fool
The honest poor, who keep the law.
The puns and larks of all the sharks
Don’t make us grin, the lies wear thin.
The clown must go, he stoops too low.
The blond buffoon has played his tune.
His fiddles bold while bodies cold
Lie under-ground without a sound.
He’ll shuffle on, more folks to con.
He’s made a mint on this whole stint.
I try not to think about the stink
Of men who stare at porn aware
We pay their wage and stand enraged
As these wankers choose to abuse
The voters trust and feed their lust.
Let’s start anew, we must have a few
Of honest men in number ten.
Some young minds of different kinds
That’ll help us rise above the lies
Of shady wit and all that shit.
Most people know we need to grow
And need to give so we can live
In harmony and be free,
To choose a leader who can see
The people’s need and dare to lead.
So, this shower must lose power.
Dodge the hype for another type.
Take a punt on Jeremy Hunt?
Make a fuss for Liz Truss?
But, we all know Tom’s solid blue
Tom Foolery heads up this crew.
Image ‘Chuchin The Clown. Derived from File:Black_and_White_looking_sad.jpg by cropping and touching up defects.’ by Lambtron re-used here under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 licence.
