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The UK is currently being governed by a Cabal of multi millionaire ex public school boys.
Heaven help us, for they have no conscience.


Posh Boys in power
Just don't understand
The havoc they are wreaking the
Length and breadth of the land.
Heat or eat
For many the choice
But for the Posh Boys
The poor don't have a voice.

And the millionaires in the City
And their land rich mates
Avoid taxes left right and centre
While the Posh Boys' pet hates
The unemployed, the poor, the sick,
Are vilified and punished by the
Welfare State's big stick.

And their latest little wheeze,
Their latest form of attack
Is to apply an unfair
New misery tax.
Having a spare bedroom
It seems is a sin,
They will cut your benefit to
Make you take a lodger in.
 

But they don’t apply it fairly

For the the queen ain’t made to share

And sure as hell Buckingham Palace 

Has more than one bedrooms to spare.

And, although its a fact 

That the Posh Boys hate

She and her extended family

Are heavily subsidised by the state,

 

Can a rich man enter Heaven?
Can a Posh Boy sleep at night?
Does their smug self satisfaction
Convince them them they are right.
How can they be Christians
A status they all pretend
When they seem to think their
Harsh measures justify their ends.

Heat or eat,
For many the choice
But for the Posh Boys
The poor don't have a voice.
Posh Boys in power
Just don't understand
The havoc they are wreaking the
Length and breadth of the  


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