Musk-ularity
The richest of the techno-pricks
Aggrandised by conspiracist clicks
He’s undisturbed by lies and hate
His intellect-effluent in full spate
He feeds his empire of X-treme views
The names of those they should abuse
Claims support for freedom of speech
But his actions fail to match his preach
He takes down those who disagree
Says only paedos don’t bend the knee
Alternative views are not allowed
In Elon land all heads are bowed
A fascist in his business suits
Qualmless display of Reich salutes
He heils the new regime he’s bought
The embodiment of alt-right thought
This vampire rat sucks Trumps jugular
To render him more musk-ular
He’s a man who loves to procreate
A dozen spawn of his ejaculate
He profligates his personal seed
“You need my sperm” he has decreed
But there’s a problem we must confront
How can you get sperm from a cunt?
Moggmentum
The newest type of moggern man
His moggnetic personality can
Make much of the populist
Belief that immogration is
A problem he must catalogue
That’s Jacob Sees Wog
He runs amogg on abortion debate
A Christian but he loves to hate
LGBT folk whose unnatural lust
Must be curbed, well, because it must
They are not worthy of dialogue
That’s Gayclub Rees-Mogg
A mogg who loves to procreate
A wealthy catholic sophisticate
He profligates his personal seed
But’s unmoggnanimus to those in need
He’s a nasty little demoggogue
That’s Jacob Please-God
He feels his wealth is only fair
Off-shore schemes are places where
Worthy Christians can put away
Ill-gotten gains so they can say
You’re just a prole, an underdog
That’s Jacob Sleeze-Mogg
Supporter of a Brexit that
Sinks the ship, but he’s the rat
Deserts the vessel he has holed
The HMS that he has sold
A silver ducat epilogue
That’s Judas Rees-Mogg
His silver ducats an affront
That’s Judas – Rees-Cunt
Blabberwocky
The 2025 Covid enquiry. Jesus, their shameless ineptitude cost so many lives…
Twas Brexit and the slithy gove
did liar and simperal on air wave
all flimsy were the words he wove
in the gabbleman enclave
Beware the blabberwock my son
the laws he broke, the words he spoke
Beware the rightwing herd, and shun
The spurious inflatabloke
He took his penile sword in hand
Longtime he dildoed the UK peeps
So slimballed he the all of we
As he slithered through our sleeps
And, as in glanding slithers he
The Bojorimous, with his lack of shame
Came oozling with his waved willy
Impregnating as he came
Yes and no and yes and no and undecided too
Your Covid deaths are not my fault
So leave them dead and as he said
B-b-burble nosense pinch of salt
Twas Brexit and the slithy gove
did liar and simperal on air wave
all flimsy were the words he wove
in the gabbleman enclave
The Robbing Hood
To the theme tune of the old Robin Hood TV series…
Rishi Rich, Rishi Rich
Unelected tool
Rishi Rich, Rishi Rich
With his band of fools
Steals from the poor, gives to the rich
Nasty bitch, Rishi Rich, Rishi Rich
They called the greatest wankers
To a party for the few
They vowed to fuck the people of the land
They handed out the riches
To the members of their crew
It’s all gone just the way they’d planned
Lizzy Truss, Lizzy Truss
Couldn’t give two shits
Lizzy Truss, Lizzy Truss
Surrounded by half-wits
Still hangs about, a shit that just won’t flush
Lizzy Truss, Lizzy Truss, Lizzy Truss
Braverman, Braverman
Most evil of them all
Braverman, Braverman
With no soul at all
Kill the down and outs, that’s her cunning plan
Braverman, Braverman, Braverman
They called the greatest wankers
To a party for the few
They vowed to fuck the people of the land
They handed out the riches
To the members of their crew
It’s all gone just the way they’d planned
Boris J, Boris J
The arsehole no one wants
Boris J, Boris J
With his bunch of cunts
Lying every day, fucked up the UK
Go away, Boris J, Boris J
We need to talk about Nigel
What do we know about Farage
A political shit who just won’t flush
Half Hitler, half bowl blockage
He smears across life’s toilet brush
His hatred of brown heritage
A racist posing populist
Shrouded by bloke camouflage
He fellates the US fascist fist
His public persona’s all mirage
A mask upon a human cyst
An oozing political pus discharge
He’s the opposite of an altruist
A self-wanking penis pus fromage
What do we know about Ni-gel
His staring swivel stigmateyes
See the world in which we dwell
As full of foreigners to despise
Hatred makes his groinals swell
The inverse of noblesse oblige
He’s utterly anti-personnel
He’s lizard lust in man disguise
Drown the brown his branded sell
Our health’s a product to privatise
More Nigel loot’s what he can smell
Half Hitler in asshole disguise
Anal piles? Apply Ni-gel…
The C Word
In memory of my friend, Angus…
The C word describes those people
Who C just their own narrow need
Who C through a privileged peephole
C-doning self-justified greed
We C through the smoke and mirrors
And C through their heartless regard
That Cs fellow feelings as errors
C-sidering compassion’s canard
The C-word’s appropriate for Cs
Who Cs on misfortune of others
As evidence of moral disease
C-ing scroungers, not desperate mothers
By Cs all our lives have been blighted
So perhaps I should just be blunt
The C word I haven’t yet cited
The alternative translation of – Conservative minister