We all know it's a charade a mirage
It is an unholy crusade going large
Trump vanity parade he's in charge
Innocents slayed in another barrage
We're being played Fox news montage
No camouflage this is not espionage
Evangelical right complete sabotage
Plans laid for a new white colonial Raj
No cruise through Hormuz for a barge
Tat tw*t Pete is the scary lairy sarge
In blighted Blighty we've got Farage
Nigel grabs his bible tasteless as marge
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
Awe & shock bowlers in the dock our warlock & glock “the judge”
Rapscallion and stallion wrangling with dangling golden medallion
Facing the pacing battalion on our latest sinking Caribbean galleon
Our burly oracle with each follicle so curly a rock that won't budge
In that 90’s dungeon Robin our classy curmudgeon brassy bludgeon
Truncheon fine dining on a hurly burly Courtenay & Curtly luncheon
Calms alarms and qualms delivers us from harm with stoic heroic psalms
Call to arms more like baobabs than palms those offside charms “the Judge”
Speedsters scary & lairy others wary prime time for our hairy chest fairy
Robin our pace Pontiff willow ace not a whiff or a riff or sniff of what if
Believers in his jobbing levers will go biff in any tiff that's the pith of Smith
Not just a county squire but quite possibly the ultimate Hampshire Sire
Calling card hit it so hard earned the fable label of both BATman & Robin
Hall of fame name can’t smudge hats doff to a complete one off “the Judge”
Hefty lefty lever trademark arc
Bazball achiever didn't embark
Whooping hooping looping shark
Hark that howling hallmark bark
Whizzing tizzing fizzing spark
Disembark batters off the park
Stoking smoking poking lark
Scary lairy fairy benchmark
Another sarky snark remark
In-jagger ragger dagger stark
Mighty Blighty's lights gone dark
Stagger..swagger malarkey of STARC!
Feud Tyrannosaurus Techs spewed they must be Taurus
Their notorious own porous homegrown lewd chorus
On a heinous hardcore intravenous tour to floor us
Felling their telling of spoof truths pointless like Icarus
Fury jury swelling..no quelling now imbued enormous
Screwed slewed after being pursued...they deplore us
Mood brewed skewed by a crude & rude thesaurus
Be shrewd make sure this brood are booed eschewed
Moan their scary lairy tone or drone's prone to bore us
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
If a time and place is different
for them to fire off their weaponry,
to lie and win against a significant.
What keeps a similarity in liability,
to lie and win in a predicament
where skill is an absolute necessity?
Bold and without a last abatement,
I see through the lies of industry.
Bold and without a past abashment,
wouldn't be paid a cent currency.
Seen by gross pure aggrandizement,
violent potent a cologne adversary.
Laughably, an obvious despondent.
Is there no end to one so lairy?
A stone thrown, I notice your salient.
I won't resemble the tuning veeries.
Even no pruning, losing an assailant.
The truth is tied up in flimflammery.
Path set by the trying time rodent.
Cocky, peacocking varies ostentatiously.
Read past the first half constituent.
Go pass-through a proof for checkery.
Auction of nonsense falsified Rembrandt.
Author a snow cipher meeting misery.
tall men tend to stand and watch the short man shouting out
making up for that foot missing with his loudly mouth
nobody stands up to them they know they’ll knock ‘em out
it’s embarrassing to be the tall man knocking short men out
though their loud they’re not a threat when acting hilariously upset
nobody says can you shut up for a minute please
ranting on like your period has just begun to bleed,
there’s no honour stopping little men so little men go free,
you could easily pick them up and you could throw them out to sea,
but you wouldn’t get rewarded just labelled a bully,
little men get lairy go unchallenged think they’re scary,
when really they’re avoided
no one wants to beat up fairies
I could go and hit him and he'd land sometime next week,
but that wouldn't be fair on him when he's already a little freak.
Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.
Puddles painted with neon gaudy,
could be Mancunian, Scouse or Geordie,
late night streets, care-worn and tawdry,
home to the reveller, the lewd and the bawdy.
The siren's wail, the drunken fight,
the running feet of the loser's flight,
the screams of anguish hidden from sight,
sounds of the city, heightened at night.
Couples and couplings lurching and lairy,
high on the octane of Jack and Bloody Mary,
wandering zombie-like, staggering, starey,
on late night streets, decadent and scary.
With dawn's promise come different sounds,
the rubbish collectors doing their rounds,
policemen sorting the losts and the founds
night washed away like old coffee grounds.
Men get lairy and repeat this bull
"know that I know a lot of people"
an empty threat of purest simple
tells of the fact they're a weak fool
and blokes repeat this line every week
cus they cant beat you up they're a geek
they know nutters mad men and some freaks
cus they can't beat you up they're too weak
In reality it's somewhat witless
when a man can't handle his own business
personalities shouldn't make hitlists
thinking it's a beating they'll witness
because when I think you're out of place mate
I stand square and speak straight to the face
then without wait hastily demonstrate
my way of putting you back in your place
One, two, three, a-lairy, my favourite dish is Mary
Yummy like a large bowl full of sweet ol' cherries
With sugar and cream
And slurping in between
Parts of my body floats away like a fairy
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