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Rakes Progress


 


I think he was an idealist


But it didn't last long;


Up at the Palace of Westminster


He had to sing the Party song.


 


And very soon after


He forgot what he was about


When they gave him his exes form


And showed him how to dip his snout.


 


Now he grunts with the rest of them


Puts both feet in the trough to feed 


And he waxes fat without a care


As he shares in their general greed.


 


He complains about the conditions


Says the pace of life is tough


And he needs a second house because


He doesn't see his family enough.


 


But he'll come creeping down your street


Come the next general election 


Begging for your vote to ensure


His parliamentar reselection. 


 


  And he'll swagger round the town


But in all honesty i suspect


He only does to bask in


The expected awe and respect.


He's a political animal


A pathetic party hack


Who responds to the whip 


By rolling on his back.


 


He's such a creature of fun


Straight out of Animal Farm


So we laugh and forget how he and


 His ilk cause such immeasurable harm.


 


He'll progress and in time


When the occasion affords


He'll take his snout and trotters


To the trough of the House of Lords


 


He's a figure of respect


A member of our ruling class


And we accept him as a fact


So which of is the real Ass. 


 


Up at the Palace of Westminster


He had to sing the Party song:


He used to be an idealist


But it didn't last long.


 



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