They claim there is a “big black hole”,
Of which, they were ne’er tole.
But, we know, of this they lie,
“It’s the fault of others”, they cry!

And so, a vote is being done,
Whereby the rich, decide the outcome.
To make the poor, more poorer still,
To make the sick, even more ill.

They say cutting fuel payments is due,
To fill this hole, nothing else will do.
Whilst they spend billions abroad,
On a phony war and climate fraud.

Some will abstain, afraid of losing the whip,
They’ll lose more than dignity, aboard that ship.
The people have memories, strong and long,
And time will come, when those MPs are gone.

Those same MPs claiming expenses for fuel,
Whilst taking away from others is cruel.
Whilst two-tier Keir, jails everyone quick,
For simply stating the people are sick.

Sick and tired of the endless mire,
Of broken pledges and this liar.
Who said many things, before elected,
All of which he’s now rejected.

Never stopping the boats, letting illegals in,
Housing them all, it really is grim.
Releasing prisoners, halfway through term,
This PM is nought but a germ.

A charlatan, a weasel, a public disgrace,
I don’t know how he can keep a straight face.
Starmer the traitor, the backstabbing cunt,
He really does have some front.

The quicker he’s gone, the better for all.
When that happens, we’ll have a ball.
He won’t be missed, is what many confess,
As he continues to perpetuate this mess.

©Copyright 2024 – David E. Gates.

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