How To Get Away With Political Murder... Poem by Shaun Cronick

There's still blood in the water,
Emanating from Number 10.
What a political joke he is,
That bad taste comedian...

One strict rule for the masses,
And simply ignored by me.
For I can travel anywhere,
And I get away scot-free.

Even when caught red-handed,
My back is powerfully covered.
And I clearly don't give a damn,
If my arrogance is discovered.

I can get away with bloody murder,
For I'm forever so squeaky clean.
With Boris blindly backing my corner,
I will remain on the political scene.