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.
Copyright © Ross A Adamson. All Rights Reserved.