Partygate Pariah

Partygate Pariah

Bye-bye, Boris – on your bike.
Party as much as you damn well like,
But do it away from Number Ten
And don’t show your face round there again.

Ta da, Boris - take your leave.
Wave to the citizens you deceive
With your self-preservation, two-faced lies
And your affable posh boy wazzock guise.

Do one, Boris - off you fuck.
Even you know that you’ve pushed your luck
Past the bounds of class and decency
And you’re neck deep in shite and infamy.

So long, Boris - sling your hook.
Pay for the liberties that you took
With your job and your last shred of dignity
As you die on that hill of hypocrisy.

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