Please sit down, take a seat
There will be no tea or treat
We will be suffering defeat!
It’s time for the drums to beat
Get up now, on your feet
Never say never, and don’t retreat
This definitely isn’t going to be neat.
Let everyone with a hateful bleat
Be met with your questioned plea
To stop the graft and tax form cheats
Expense accounts in glamorous suites
Stop the everyday obnoxious tweet
Hidden under peaked white sheets
They’re about, themselves, to feel the heat
When we grow our opposition fleet
And they find themselves out on the street.
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Such a powerful poem! Thanks for the reminder.
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Thank you for reading!
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