The PM of the UK

Raped by 18th century tinged types on the take,
Liberty withering ,to be replaced by fakes.

Boys and girls , men and women, mowed down and bombed out
the survivors stinging from the claws of the law after the original clout

given a number and dropped in the trappings
Mothers gone mad trying to keep up with the hapzardings

The front moving like the emotions of murderers
War good, from the sidelines , cheer the cheerleaderers

Deaf to the alarms
The roar for victory working its charm

trained to be intrepid
but naturally stupid

Maybe designed that way by the deity
trying to fit in some black comedy

take a look at the PM of the UK
Answering questions crazed, pulling on poison from deep dark dossiers

Educated to the extreme
The crop's sour cream

A monster trained in rhetoric
A prissy Slippery Dick

A whore out of 1984
His soul somewhere in a junk drawer

Snorting like a dragon the size of a raccoon
A self rigteous bombing buffoon

he's twisted like he hears whispers in his ears
from fiends with Phd's whose judgements don't veer

The best of their generation venerating devastation
To make the point that there's no sense resisting structural desolation.