The General Election.

The general election fast approach, reelin lies, The political jellyfish elite, pretend to have spines, For a short period, no vague indifference, the illusion of ties, Not that bind, we’re all blind, alluded by schoolboy arguments and whines, Their spin dominates the headlines, whilst Natural disaster victims rot amongst the flies, Why is false economic promise more important than human lives? These luciferian suits are nothing they try to contrive, but a vacant lot, a vehicle for evil, running with knives, so when they declare we all slaves or another war, who’ll be surprised? The election, intelligence suspended in animation, succumbed to their eventual procrastination, their balls out nature beggars belief and captures our imagination, thinking these toads can change our lives for the better? They're just a criminal organisation! Vote UKIP.