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
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
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