The Tory Vampires
A Poem About Our 'Beloved' Government
Tax cuts for the rich,
Money that makes you wetter, than when you shower,
Oh Lovely Prime Minister, Get the f**k out of power.
NHS privatisation,
And the NHS that you’re ‘so proud of’.
Oh Compassionate health secretary; get the f**k out of power.
Windrush and Grenfell,
Your crap dancing through the flowers,
Oh great leader, how the f**k are you still in power?
Police station closures,
Crime rises, victims cower,
Oh government for the people, get the f**k out of power.
Your propaganda papers,
Bullshit Broadcast Control by the hour,
Polish the turds of your policies to remain in power.
Universal Credit,
The crap benefits system that you’ve allowed us,
Sweet Secretary Of State, get the f**k out of power
The shambles of Brexit,
And its deals that turn sour,
Your destroying our country, Get the f**k out of power.
Where’s the uprising?
When will we start wearing the trousers?
Does anyone want these clowns the f*ck out of power ?
A message from the poor, the weak,
Anyone you have screwed the life out of,
Take your Austerity policies,
And get the f*ck out of power.
About the Creator
malcolm carelse
I usually go by the name of Malmacar
I write poetry and create digital art in my spare time, to express myself and to keep myself sane....
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