I Guess That's Why They Call Them The Blues

I'll start this poem with a "cunt";
So as to not surprise.
I'll stop you reading further on,
As swears they will arise. 

Of course I'm talking UKIP Plus,
Or "Tories" as they're known;
Those fucks that dragged the country down 
And tore it to the bone. 

They starve the poor, they feed the rich,
They pillage and they burn; 
They rape the NHS for fun 
And rob you as you earn. 

Theresa May, a Murdoch drone;
A Thatcher wannabe.
“Strong and stable”? Wank-fuelled words; 
Just trite hypocrisy.

Breggzit this and Breggzit that;
So forced she doth pronounce 
The biggest butt-fuck e'er to land
On all our British towns.

She'll hunt the foxes, strip the gays
Of all their dignities; 
And banish those who don't subscribe
To chosen deities.

Her minions pulled from broken times 
When stupid ruled the waves.
Johnson, Davis, Fox & Hunt;
Her loathsome brown-nose slaves.

“Fuck off migrants, go back home,
But stay for use as pawns”
Negotiating human lives
Gives Tories quite the horn.

With hate-fuelled rags, they brainwash folk
To think their lives are hit
By migrants stealing all the jobs.
The rancid, lying shits.

Their lives are hit through policies
Of inept Tory scum;
“So blame the darkies, that’s the plan!”
And so, they turned the dumb.

So please, my friends, as Britain burns
I’ll ask you just this once:
Don’t drown upon this sinking ship
By voting for these cunts!

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