My Rant

This is to the wicked witch with your false promises -
You'd better wave your magic wand and sort it,
As the NHS need a massive injection of millions
To support people like us. They’re just a bunch of pirates, Robbing from disabled people
In their chest on a desert island. Every four years there’s an empty Christmas box
Of promises from their party.
I'm sick of them -
They’re just privileged idiots 
Who fiddle their expenses and pocket money
In their piggy bank.
I'm sick of their game of chess
In a game of Brexit -
Or they’re playing political marbles.
These days it’s like they’re on a biblical mission
In search of some wise men bearing no gifts;
Or they sit around with stiff upper lips,
Drinking whiskey and hope the country’s problems go away. Well this country’s a mess;
Our little island owned three-quarters of the world once
And fought in three continents With a little bit of help from the Americans -
And now they’re selling it off at a car boot sale!

Get it sorted!

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