Droplets of Verse: ‘Endangered Species’

Using dense legislation as camouflage
Politicians pursue prizes, their jaws are large
They squawk like parrots, flapping dangerously
Desperate to get to the top of the tree

Slithering snakes on the jungle floor
Cold eyed, calculating, parliamentary alligators
Chimpanzees stealing all the best bananas
A feeding frenzy, enough for a giant piranha

Politicians are predators, hungry for power
Stalking their prey, they seek to devour
Ferocious, without any notion of morality
A species without basic human honesty

Droplets of Verse: ‘Bedroom Tax’

They shared the same destiny
To inflict the spare room subsidy
On social housing tenants
Collecting extra percentages
To pay off a nation’s debt
While tax fraud stayed unchecked
The Bedroom Tax, supported by Clegg
And Cameron. They should’ve stayed in bed

Droplets of Verse: ‘Benefit Scroungers’

Benefit scroungers are incredibly fit
Offer them a job and they run like shit
Benefit scroungers never get bored
If they ever do, they just take a holiday abroad
Benefit scroungers watch daytime TV
In the evenings they drink themselves silly
Benefit scroungers can be very productive
Their reproductive cycle is always active
Benefit scroungers take whatever they can get
Especially the corrupt politicians in Government

Droplets of Verse: ‘Folding the Towels’

He used to earn a crust by folding towels
Now he counts the UK’s pennies and pounds
Vowed to pay off the nation’s debt completely
He tried to sweep away that failure discreetly
In the Commons, he looks after the tea money tin
When he gets home, they let him put out the wheelie bin
Cuts his own dinner up, stirs the sugar in his tea
Falls asleep, watching himself on catch up TV

Droplets of Verse: ‘A Right Royal Bean Feast’

When David Cameron invited the Queen over for tea
He conveniently forgot all about austerity
Later, the hospitality bill was reluctantly released
Thousands of pounds spent, a right Royal bean feast

Droplets of Verse: ‘The Pencil Snapper’

The pencil snapper sits in his mansion
Around him lie fragments of graphite and wood
When he’s displeased he snaps a pencil again
Knee deep in debris,  he swears he’s misunderstood

Droplets of Verse: ‘Labour and Slavery’

Miliband was a bit too eager
To wear the t shirt:
‘This is what a feminist looks like’
He should have been more alert
In a factory somewhere, in the tropics
For the lowest pay, working long hours
Those t shirts were stitched together
A sweat shop running on slave labour

Droplets of Verse: ‘Tax Fraud on Toast’

Tories appoint ministers with dodgy credentials
Who preside over tax evasion on a grand scale
Bankers take sumptuous lunches at the Ritz
Tax fraud on toast, a dish some find hard to resist

Droplets of Verse: ‘Gangster Librarian’

‘You’ll never work in this town again’
Said the Gangster Librarian
Cold hearted Kalashnikov contemplation
Freezing me in suspended animation
She’d done me a special favour you see
Loaned me books that were reference only
I’d left them in the back of a taxi one night
The deadliest of literary oversights
Shot down by horn rimmed heavy artillery
My library card revoked, indefinitely