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Mother Of Parliaments

The Mother of Parliament
Is that coming to an end,
Manned by pimps and whores
Ever ready to help a friend?
They bend and change its rules
Openly more and more
Act in  the House as though
They are all above the law.

They don't even bother
To use guile or stealth
As they steadily acquire more
And more of the Nation's wealth.
How long must we endure
Their contemptuous misrule
How long will we remain
This Nation of spineless fools

Stand to attention
As they fly the Union Jack
For what it's worth, in theory,
We've all got our country back!
Once the Mother of Parliaments,
A state they pretend to still
Now the pimps and the whores
Daily dip their fingers in the till.

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