A Chorus of Cuckoos

Houses of parliament strangers’ gallery
Watching the performance of the dilatory
How have you lasted all this time?
Bloated swine
Yelling and waving order papers
Your stupid capers
Leading us to ruin what are you doing?
Populous vexed, perplexed wondering what next?
Do you work to a script, a text?
No you couldn’t make it up if you tried
Watching you I almost cried

Homosexual marriage? So what does the State
Say about the biblical order procreate?
How do you manage that cock to cock, twat to twat?
Not that I give a shit
As long as I don’t have to watch it,
They can bugger baboons with beer bottles for all I care
As long as I don’t have to share
A bathroom with the baboons

Open our borders to all though we’re a country small
Pay every bugger who comes along
Give ‘em living accommodation courtesy of the nation
Whilst I Joe citizen pay and nothing I say
Can deter you from your political path
Can’t throw terrorists or criminals out
Though even you M.P’s must have a doubt
Of the wisdom of bearing all this strife
‘Cos their “entitled” to a family life

And should I protest?
Well I’m a racist homophobic bigot at best
Shouted down by the politically correct
To their mantras must give due respect
Whilst they respect none that’s not their own
As a nation dies from their neglect
Am I alone?


And me and the wife?
Did I mention we survive on State pension?
Paid our dues plus twelve years in the Army
Fought in two wars
I must have been barmy!
It could almost make a pussy cat laugh
I for one would be delirious if it weren’t so fuckin’ serious
Did I hear MP’s’ singing ‘fuck you’s fuck you’s
Or was it merely a chorus of passing cuckoos?