Parliament Poem by Richard Sockett

Perverts and rapists our MP's are a rotten lot
Angry exchanges happen every day in the melting pot
Rogues and cheats fiddle expenses just for fun
Lies and fabrications and every excuse that comes under the sun
Interviews are dull with straight answers never given
And when the day is done they disappear in cars that are chauffeur driven
Make an MP's day and offer cash for questions in the house
Ensure to make him squirm and ask him why he's cheating on his spouse
No one can be trusted in this clandestine nest of vipers
Tucked away in their ivory tower out of sight of grumblers and gripers