What is a Prime Minister
Is it someone you hate
Something sinister
That’s always ruining fate.
The power goes to their head
They shine like a dictator
They become the FED
And think like Hitler.
They’re obsessed with taxes
Lining their own pockets
Like battle axes
Worried about nuclear rockets.
Always moving the goalpost
To suit one’s needs
Treating the voter like a ghost
With speeds.
They never obey the law
PM’s don’t lead by example
Money they have a claw
They make sure they have ample.
The country is always in a mess
PM’s are too busy
Because they are useless
Like the late Queen Lizzy.
They’re always licking the Yank’s crack
That special relationship
Britain likes bareback
It is hip.
Prime Ministers are blessed
And the tax-payer is not
They bum the rest
And that’s your lot.
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