Poetic-Verses
'' With Satan They're One And The Same ''
AN ODE TO OUR MUCH LOVED POLITICIANS WHO HAVE JUST SPENT OVER £1.2 MILLION POUNDS OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS ON SUBSIDISED BOOZE WHILE WARNING US OF THE DANGERS OF DRINKING.
HYPOCRITES THE LOT OF THEM.
They tell us our debt is decreasing,
Methinks it is us they are fleecing,
They commit criminal acts yes those are the facts,
It's them who require the policing.
Every one of them guilty of thieving,
Us plebs they don't mind bereaving,
Whilst us they chastise they continue their lies,
Ultimately we're always left grieving.
We are up to our eyeballs in debt,
But at no time do they ever fret,
Life's not a chore when from us they take more,
It's behind the ears we're all wet.
They need more to pay for expenses,
So they've sold off all our defences,
The message they send is we cannot defend,
When will we come to our senses.
They're heavily into linguistics,
Their forecasts must come from their mystics,
What they say is true believe and you'll rue,
They are lies, damned lies and statistics.
The pressure has got them all thinking,
Their ship is in danger of sinking,
If we're going to get sunk let's all get drunk,
We won't know if the deficit's shrinking.
They know not the meaning of shame,
Refusing to accept any blame,
None ever tires of the fact they're all liars,
' With Satan They're One And The Same '
HYPOCRITES THE LOT OF THEM.
They tell us our debt is decreasing,
Methinks it is us they are fleecing,
They commit criminal acts yes those are the facts,
It's them who require the policing.
Every one of them guilty of thieving,
Us plebs they don't mind bereaving,
Whilst us they chastise they continue their lies,
Ultimately we're always left grieving.
We are up to our eyeballs in debt,
But at no time do they ever fret,
Life's not a chore when from us they take more,
It's behind the ears we're all wet.
They need more to pay for expenses,
So they've sold off all our defences,
The message they send is we cannot defend,
When will we come to our senses.
They're heavily into linguistics,
Their forecasts must come from their mystics,
What they say is true believe and you'll rue,
They are lies, damned lies and statistics.
The pressure has got them all thinking,
Their ship is in danger of sinking,
If we're going to get sunk let's all get drunk,
We won't know if the deficit's shrinking.
They know not the meaning of shame,
Refusing to accept any blame,
None ever tires of the fact they're all liars,
' With Satan They're One And The Same '
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`` With Satan They`re One And The Same ``
`` With Satan They`re One And The Same ``
