Taut and full, is your lying ruddy face
Great bawbag o’ the Tory race!
In ‘yon contemptible Murdoch’s embrace
Spineless tripe, clandestine
Deals, a national disgrace
Bereft of charms
For grasping vested interests shill
Your buttocks parted just to fill
Rebekah’s columns for a thrill
In thrall to Brooks
While through your deals the patients kill
You venal crooks.
Still cut for cut, they stretch and strive:
Devil take the NHS, on they drive,
Their coffers swollen by PFI
They’re bent and dumb;
Hear Chairmen of the Board, laughing to burst,
‘The Dividend’s Come!’.
We pray to see that Labour wipe,
You off the map, you shower of shite,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Lose your deposits;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
The seatless halfwits!