I am on the left,
You are on the right,
Of sense we are bereft,
Oh and how we like to fight.
At stealing public money, we are good,
Expenses, just money for free,
We may as well wear a hood,
Let us fill our pockets and flee.
You are the fool, who voted us in,
What can we say?
Stand by and let it begin,
For our luxurious life you shall pay.
© Steven Barry Reeve
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