Stand on your soapbox stool
Spout hypocrisy in, “The House of Humbug”
Spin your words of drivel
May 7th, your time is now so short.
No more junkets abroad
After the axe, you’ll be unemployed!
Are you skilled in anything
Other than asking questions about Gibraltar?
Still, never mind
If you can’t find a job
You might have to join the great unwashed
Drawing meagre benefits, once a month.
You might even get to understand Universal Credit…
Your Comrade Ian Duncan Smith dreamed up,
You might become an apologetic, apparatchik
Bedevilled by your own bureaucracy
Look on the bright side
In time, I suspect a very short time
You and your sexist ineptitude
Might probably be forgotten.