'' With Satan They're One And The Same '' Poem by Bri Mar

They tell us our debt is decreasing,
Methinks it is us they are fleecing,
They commit criminal acts yes those are the facts,
It's them who require the policing.

Every one of them guilty of thieving,
Us plebs they don't mind bereaving,
Whilst us they chastise they continue their lies,
Ultimately we're always left grieving.

We are up to our eyeballs in debt,
But at no time do they ever fret,
Life's not a chore when from us they take more,
It's behind the ears we're all wet.

They need more to pay for expenses,
So they've sold off all our defences,
We cannot comprehend what they recommend,
When will we come to our senses.

They're heavily into linguistics,
Their forecasts must come from their mystics,
What they say is true believe and you'll rue,
They are lies, damned lies and statistics.

Politicians we all love to hate,
Their antics we love to berate,
When they have sinned they refuse to be binned,
They should all have a get rid of date.

They know not the meaning of shame,
Refusing to accept any blame,
None ever tires of the fact they're all liars,

‘' With Satan They're One And The Same ‘'