The House of Commons

The right honorable member is spouting forth lies,
each word opens cuts as the truth slowly dies.
Each question evaded, each statement a farce,
his miserable bleating’s pour out of his arse.
His repetitive platitudes, disingenuous crap,
the space where the truth was,
Please mind the gap!
Opposition, objects and stands for the truth
The dishonest, hot air is melting the roof
They shout and they squeal like monkeys in cages
Their bullshit recorded on Hansard’s trite pages
The mother of Parliaments is a pissed single mum
The MPs all her kids,  self seeking  scum
But you must make your cross, your democratic obligation
Even though each election brings more masturbation.
They love their own voices, they promise prosperity,
Then they empty our wallets in the name of austerity.
"We must play our part, we are all in it together.",
But our shoes are plastic, while theirs are fine leather
We tighten our belts and eat processed horses
While they feed their faces on meals of five courses.
But no revolution in England’s green land,
no hammer and sickle in the mob’s angry hand,
just  pathetic compliance of blind resignation,
fucked once again by the state of the nation.
Kept in the dark and fed lots of shit,
the mushroom electorate just puts up with it,
Red and blue and orange and green,
No matter the colour you know what they mean.
"Vote for me I’ll tell you the truth!"
"I’ll show you I’m honest I’ll show you the proof!"
So you cast your ballot and make your choice,
and wait for your man’s reassuring voice
But when he stands up what do you hear?
You already know, the answer is here