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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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Rake`s Progress
Rake`s Progress