You never nailed your colours, who you would support.
You flitted here and there, then checked the news report.
But I knew the truth,
you thought you were above,
I saw the line being drawn
between the hate and love.
You kept the battle going some thought it must be fate.
All the "I am the victim" the intrigue and the hate.
It was not really funny and I found it very strange.
To watch this freak of nature a chameleon on the change.
Now your time is over
there has been a boardroom coup
hope your humours strong, for now the jokes on you.
I am sorry but goodbye, here"s to a brighter day.
The truth it must be told and you are on your way.
I have never met such trouble and I think I have the right,
to present you with this stick.
For stirring up the shite!
Good riddance.