Poetic-Verses
'' They Will Never Rest ''
Georgie Porgie's such a nice guy,
Sees the poor and spits in their eye,
A true blue Tory in every way,
What he dictates we must obey.
Then we have the adorable Boris,
Reminds me of a pig named horace,
Thick as a plank rotten to the core,
He wants our Georgie out of the door.
Take our Theresa another Thatcher,
She wants to become the immigrant catcher,
Homeward again they'll be released,
Yet under her watch they have increased.
What about our Michael Fallon,
Talks nothing but garbage ten to the gallon,
As for fighting he sits on the fence,
The lunatic's sold off our defence.
I.D.S. his sympathy is fabled,
According to him no one's disabled,
Better than Jesus he can reassure,
For any illness he'll give you a cure.
At the next election David's leaving,
After he's left the workers grieving,
With our cash it's a life of leisure,
Taking does give the Tory pleasure.
A party so sick that though they're in power,
Fact is they make each other cower,
Nothing but a bunch of liars and crooks,
Who know full well how to cook the books.
These are just some, who want to compete,
To become the ultimate Tory elite,
United they stand but they will attack,
Their claim to fame, they stab in the back.
This is pure fact it is not a story,
There are none so low as the capitalist Tory,
The working classes they truly detest,
Until we're defeated,
‘' They Will Never Rest ‘'
Sees the poor and spits in their eye,
A true blue Tory in every way,
What he dictates we must obey.
Then we have the adorable Boris,
Reminds me of a pig named horace,
Thick as a plank rotten to the core,
He wants our Georgie out of the door.
Take our Theresa another Thatcher,
She wants to become the immigrant catcher,
Homeward again they'll be released,
Yet under her watch they have increased.
What about our Michael Fallon,
Talks nothing but garbage ten to the gallon,
As for fighting he sits on the fence,
The lunatic's sold off our defence.
I.D.S. his sympathy is fabled,
According to him no one's disabled,
Better than Jesus he can reassure,
For any illness he'll give you a cure.
At the next election David's leaving,
After he's left the workers grieving,
With our cash it's a life of leisure,
Taking does give the Tory pleasure.
A party so sick that though they're in power,
Fact is they make each other cower,
Nothing but a bunch of liars and crooks,
Who know full well how to cook the books.
These are just some, who want to compete,
To become the ultimate Tory elite,
United they stand but they will attack,
Their claim to fame, they stab in the back.
This is pure fact it is not a story,
There are none so low as the capitalist Tory,
The working classes they truly detest,
Until we're defeated,
‘' They Will Never Rest ‘'
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`` They Will Never Rest ``
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