long time ago I believed in the creator represented by Christian CoE symbolism,
I believed in castles and queens, kings and knights,
the old guard and authority, all now ash in the fires of duplicity,
the stench of liar no longer stained in the 148 that helped.
thank you, good people, I knew you were there amongst the filth of the liar, the thief of the mire,
the gutter press is in the gutter because that’s where the trash goes after we’ve wiped out the crap.
the mire is the cesspit of the disease of the banker and thieves,
remember this on polling day,
remember this when you’re old and gray (or maybe gay).
the tories did it to themselves, so ashamed they want to throw the election!
Christ on the proverbial bike, forgive me, I say things that can offend,
no offense is meant.
unless you threaten my family, friends or people,
then I may break,
who wouldn’t shake.
maybe I’ll awake as a naga or snake?
pray neither happens, it wouldn’t be good for liars or lairds,
all land is theft? but I worked for my land!
families worked hard to make things easier,
they made the NHS, pensions, holidays, and unions.
YES I said it, that word that the tories do hate,
“those socialists are mad, look at them scream and shout!”
they shout for the least to that sodding beast,
they shout for the rights of those that are in need most,
why is this so bad, it’s sad, it’s not just a fad.
socialists are always there, they’re the ones who give care,
they’re the people who help.
if it seems too simplistic, it is, but attention is so fleeting,
if I can’t offer physical presence, the least I can do is encourage support from affluence?
this philanthropy, where the rich get rich by spending their wealth,
that seems good, so why is my gut like wood?
all of these labels draw different conclusions,
maybe there’s something in that, or maybe my mind’s gone splat?
anyway, the liar in chief, the world king, prime minister has just won a marginal vote of confidence from his party, hooray for us!
ain’t we the lucky ones, thanks tory mps that voted for that,
your vote shows your total compliance with the fascist rule of lying, cheating, and narcissistic minds!
many of us will remember and tell our children,
this stain is unlikely to ever shift, because some of it came with blood!
if killing old folks, the disabled, and young is tory policy then you voted for this!
is it some great prank on the nation, you put the intern in charge!
the bully boy bum and his insertable cabinet,
all dildos for the PMs rancid arse!
I go too far, I’m sorry, no offense was meant,
I said sorry?
is that what we say when we dance the night away,
to ABBAs old songs, boos, spunks, and bongs?
while a famous old lady grieved for her life partner buried the next day.
tories, old tories, it looks like your story is coming to an end,
you bring nothing but blight, spittle and spite!
be gone demon,
sick of the sight,
the sound of your lies burns us deep inside!
am I angry? no I’m just dancing with flies.
I may as well be the walking dead,
confined to an adjustable bed,
tubes poking out from every snout,
racked with fear,
that’s what they want old dear.
they want your heat, your veg and your meat,
they told you people that cared couldn’t be trusted, because they’re foreign.
so you lost your kind nurse to someone that takes from your purse.
the tories never helped, they committed a massive fraud,
over 100s of years they’ve fed off your fears,
they asked you tell on your neighbours, start the witch hunt with party favours.
all manifestations of kindness are supported by socialism, this is what it means at its political core.
if you don’t care, believe the shite the liars spew, then you don’t deserve the food the farmer grew.
you are no country folk of mine, go live over there where they all hate and despair.
they can no more divide, rule and conquer,
this ends now before it’s too late, the world will not wait.
© Copyright 2022 InkeyString