GovernMental

In your eye and up your arse,
Lords and Ladies of the Bench.
Creators of a 'can't do' class
I can't abide your bred-in stench
Of public lies we all accept
And pay for, while you fall asleep
Not even hearing whys and whos
Your laws may cause to wilt and weep.

With nothing better, let it go
Self interested? Let it pass!
While we clean away your party mess,
Recess from sitting on your arse.

Old school ties, tied up with tape,
With bar and bank your eager bitches
Pull up your ankled, dusty britches,
Escape with knighthoods, scandals, riches.

Biographies all read the same;
Without a scruple to your name,
Who makes the money, wins the game.
Shame.