I Thought He Was OK.
In my naivete, I thought to do some good,
I joined my local Tories, as any decent would,
I pounded streets and posted stuff,
To tell what good we do.
I avidly soaked up the words,
Believed the deeds to be,
I even thought we really had,
An OK, even nice MP.
Then as the years passed by,
The scales began to drop,
Fall from my eyes then to reveal,
I was just another clot.
Another puerile slogger,
A patsy, mug and sop,
My task, solely to be, the flogger
Of unseemly wares,
Of yet another posing fop.
So, dear citizens all,
Wake up and you will see,
This expenses fiddle will go on,
For all eternity.
Unless, of course, we think and choose,
See them for what they steal,
From you and me.
Then say and ask,
How many cameras do you need,
What pictures do you mask,
Or hide from all to see?
Enough, I say, of thieving fools,
Their stooges and their slaves.
Let them sink below the waves,
Of their smelly, corrupt and nasty ways.
Rise up you people in the North,
Force them to bend to an honest whip,
Let not a facile charming quip,
Deflect you from that one big chance,
Be rid of them,
Vote in UKIP!
It is time for a new revulsion to be aired about it all. The broken promises to reform from Pseudo Dave and Cleggy Clot are just more lies and nastiness. Get angry and FFS WAKE UP and fight.
Of course our MPs are just amateurs, training for the really big events.