Sitting in darkness
Controlled by the few;
Walking through treacle
With toxicant glue.
With days getting colder
Jack Frost starts to bite,
No heating to counteract
With money so tight.
As Loopy and Krazy
Press self destruct,
The state of the country
Is totally fucked.
While Lizzie the lizard
Crawls on her belly,
Millions everywhere
Turn off the telly.
Truss the speaker
Robotic and dull,
Spouts vacuous claptrap
Of a birdbrained numbskull.
Takes from the needy
Gives to the rich,
Boundaries are alien
To this virulent bitch.
Kwarteng in his wisdom
Brings austerity to the poor,
Cuts taxes of the wealthy
As the pound hits the floor.
A lame opposition
So spineless and weak;
With ineffectual efforts
The future looks bleak.
