The Tory Party Conference
Suits meet and mate
Fondling wallets to stifle compassion.
Rich clothes covering acres of nothing
Old ladies worth their weight in gold
Cheering plans to beggar their sisters
Nazi infiltrator, Union Jack Phallus
To him you're a traitor: Crop haired and callous,
He'll deal with you later.
Old soldiers
Fearing the future
Hating the present
Missing the past
Recommended
Daleks
Gold lust in their eyes
Shouting Pri-vat-ise Pri-vat-ise
Black Lawyer Clapping
A speech on Immigration
Thinks they want him
In their nation
Unemployed manager
Licking the feet
Of the men who'll throw him
Onto the street
The Tory Party.
England wouldn't be
The same
Without them
