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RIP New Labour



Victorian values was the cry of thatcher in full flight
closely followed by major the original sir grey knight

Ministers seemed to play away
with marriage on the slide
for those who weren't too gay
to run along with the tide

Hospitals closed
with people sick
but an open wallet
often did the trick

You wanted a job
anything at all
you joined the queue
and learned to crawl

Child prostitutes were back once more
plying for trade with the maturer whore

The view from the palace such a pity
Almost totally spoilt by cardboard city

Victorian values were coming back almost beyond doubt
until we woke up at last and threw the bastards out.
But how the hell were we to know – how could we have known
That blair and his cronies were merely thatcher clones


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RIP New Labour