Politicians

I stand for you, you vote for me, I win, my title now M.P. I have the traits that you thought key, respect, work hard and honesty. My first day here in Parliament, to aid all my constituents. The ayes, the neighs, it makes no sense, the Liberals sitting on the fence. Miss my family, live alone, so I take out a second home. The garden is so overgrown, to fix would mean a costly loan. A learned friend accosts to say, expense - the order of the day! Claim it! All of the members bray, and let the bally tax payer pay. The rules are easy to exploit, one simply has to be adroit. We do it and don’t care a doit, Westminster’s very own dacoit. Claims are passed without a hitch, a sofa, a duck-house, repair of a ditch. Be clever and then first home you switch. Silk line your book, become enriched Keep your nose pressed in the trough. Remember enough is never enough. Be thick skinned, press on, be tough, we are “La Crème,” why have it rough? Bush ‘Telegraph’ beating out the news, they say expenses were misused. A moat was cleaned, system abused? “Sorry no comment, please excuse.” I voted for you, you lied to me, deposed, your title of M.P. To represent, you can’t, you see, you represent dishonesty.