Bollockticians Erection Time
Bollockticians ******** Time
You can't believe a word they say
The çants receive a world of pay
They daily rob bread from me to top up public purse
Pray God slay the queen could a republic be much worse
You fools it seems buy their flying carpets
Who pulls the strings on these lying muppets
They thronely lord it over me in my loan home
The only barren is societies broken window
The bailed bankers bewildering bonus bonanza
The failed F-Wankers fiddling fungus fundraiser
The off shore accuntancy
Makes more redundancy
I say don't forget Mr Chancellor
I pay your rent I own that chandelier
Who thinks the disabled need a funding cut
Treats them like a table at Bullingdon Boys Club!!
Then he reaches for his Ivorian axe
Guess who benefts from your slash
When he leeches on poor man's tax
Yet the rich get more to stash.
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