Theresa May And The Poor
Unable to face the music
She walks in dodgy shoes,
Unable to face the public
She thinks she’ll never lose,
Because she is the PM
She thinks she’s got it made;
Its always us and them
From her whose overpaid,
She’s puffed up in her power –
Believes she’ll never fall,
Inside her ivory tower
She thinks she’s over all
The muddled headed people
She doesn’t think much off,
She only loves the Tories
Because they’re smooth, not rough,
And smarmy in their dealing,
As dodgy as they are
She loves them, yes she loves them,
But for us she does not care.




