Transparency...

Transparency…

As this story goes you may, or may not understand,
they had this stupid war, that was so badly planned.
And if you haven’t yet read, their stupid words of drivel,
they tried to call their bloody, murderous war civil.
But unlike France’s great story of cake and bread,
it ended and the royals, never lost one regal head.

Anyway our elders told us we would have order,
and a place where our generals could discuss running our country.

No longer in need of their heavy armour,
our generals were tutored by a gentleman farmer.
And just like you see, with all upper class fruits,
they soon emerged wearing, smartly tailored grey suits.
 
Talking just like royals, with marbles in mouth,
our hopes and expectations, all turned rapidly south.
And in a large hall where fat bottoms, or arses were seated,
discussed our country’s future, with those just defeated.

And the people not knowing of this transition,
and totally agog in all kinds of superstition.
Allowed the grey suits, full jurisdiction.
So happily the grey suits, set about deceiving,
which left many a poor person disbelieving.

Inventing for the people, a new set of rules,
the royals, well they got the bloody crown jewels.
And without as much as one word of malice,
the generals gave them a big effing palace.

For five years they would,
in between drinking, whoring,
and eating well.
Shout at each other,
across the two red lines,
in the hall they called parliament.
 
And nothing changed. And nothing ever happened.
 
Every five years they allowed us, to hear their arguments.
as they sat listening, scratching, and poking every orifice,
Then we were instructed, in the order of voting,
and how we should elect them back to office.

The office today being attached,
to a free house,
if the grey suit lives,
more than a drunken stagger
from the hall called parliament.

And so we had the birth of democracy,
and we the people were only to happy.
Handing over power to puffed up buffoons,
who when relaxing, love to dress in a nappy.
 
Unfortunately this is where our house is today,
with more than half the bloody mp’s either woman or gay.
The poor buggers never having enough pay,
are now helping lobbyists get all their own way.
 
So in my conclusion I’ll say,
Mp’s are gay, on low pay, getting lobbied by day.