Monkey Business
Those in charge
Of the public at large
In their tailored suits,
From old Etonian roots,
Armed with supposed scruples,
Yet grand masters of dodgy loopholes!
Sit en mass
Acting totally crass,
In a building oozing history,
Where they decide on our society,
To them different to upper class a mystery,
So they make the rules,
For us the fools!
Who believe their talk
Alas just like chalk,
It becomes erased,
Resulting in dire days!
No, not for them!
We can't call them men,
They don't live our plight,
Cos they're al right,
In their pied a terres,
They dine and live sans care,
Weekends spent in country mansions,
On enhanced pay and massive pensions,
So shouldn't we replace
These evolved men with a different race,
Go back to base!
Forgo for a while the rat race,
Take their blinkers off !
Ignore they're toffs,
Strip them bare,
Put them out there,
With us, The masses,
Smash their rose tinted glasses,
Restore empathy to our country
While we re-educate our political Monkeys
