Gaffe, gaffe, gaffe,
I will make you pay by whats my way,
I’ll lie and turn my back and grin wide.
I’ve trained the rest to follow my guide
So what will follow will always be so,
and years it’ll take before you’ll know –
How much you let me run amok, see
cos no one’ll trust Europe or Labour
I set the dye and all my lies link as ties
to media moguls,
oligarchs are sewn
into the fabric, grown
roots by my drive.
Like Hendy’s frogs
you’re boiling alive!
Too bad you think you’ve wickedly wormed
into the minds of folks with your jibes ‘n jokes,
cos, we spotted your serial betrayal
and not bought the brazen buffoonery.
The trail of tears, some 3,500 died.
Your trail of tears gave succour to the rich
and brings death from Covid, cold and the hungry poor.