T’was the night before Christmas when all thru the House
Not a criminal MP was able to grouse
Their pay checks hung in their pockets fair
In the hope that St Bill soon’ll be there
Their acolyte promoters, collusional Heads
Dreamed visions of kick backs and full hospitals beds.
An’ Bojo with mop head filling all with his crap
Just settled down for his last winter’s nap
When out in the square there arose such a clamour
They all spring from their seats to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows, they tore like a flash
Tore open their privileged entitlements stash
The moon on the breast of the new formed show
Gave a lustre of light to those gathered below,
When what to their horror and gaze did appear
But a vehicle named PUB and ten thousand nightmares
Led by a warrior so bold, so wily and wry
They knew in that moment their luck had run dry
More rapid than eagles, this army rolled on
As all of them urged each to stay strong.
“Come Forces so mighty, Come Freedom from Hell
On Justice, On Peace, Come ring out that Bell
To the Sovereign in each, we storm the City of Crime
Now crash the old system, crash to dust so fine.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with such obstacles, mount to the sky
So blasting the criminals, murderers all
With a stash full of charges, that’ll lay them low and fall.
In a twinkling we heard throughout the land
The screams of defendants, such a wretched band
And all drew a breath at the wonder revealing
Colluders, criminals and cowards left reeling.
Their eyes how they sunk, their complexion so haggard
Their faces bled dry, knowing how they were buggered
Their wimpish mouths pinched hard from their lies
Now curled and curved, filled with excreta from flies
The stump of their pipe dreams held so fast in their hope
The stench of deception, was there for all to gloat
The excess of selfishness, greed and advantage
Now turned to terror of the people’s blinding rage
T’was BoJo, Twitty, Wanky, Imbalance, Fergie all
Would soon make us joyful at their imminent fall
A knowing glance to the rest who are all for the chop
Gave a nation the reason to cheer non-stop.
The criminals, in unison spoke not a word,
Save Boris shouting, “I’ll expose all these turds!”
“We’ve heard all your lies,” the people cried. “Your promises too.
All’s left for us now is to flush y’all down the loo!”
The nation, as one, sprang to their feet,
Crying freedom for all, and sovereignty sweet
Energy released, peace and hope now rewarded,
Coloured the dawn of a New Year, so long dream’t, now afforded.
The Freedom Cycle 