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and you get another poem

because the words really are flowing

this one's to all mp's

in my home country

together with the civil service

a big machine

to keep you broke and blue

that much is true

soon I'm coming into a load of cash

much more than I could ever splash

a gift from the most low and high

to both I have given my life

debating with myself if sensible

to spend some to rewire the hell

that I've lived in since birth

the system is a dark wide berth

suffering for the have nots

has just got to stop

thinking about numbers and I reckon

can buy the country back for 400 million

seems like a bargain ; sheisters out

though it will help my boss has clout

Sananda can look into your soul

and throw your reputation in a spitting bowl

and he will pick the candidates to run

for my peace party, feeling under the gun?

career politicians a thing of the past

serving the people your having a laugh

yes Minister psychology brought to heel

cos they serve themselves not the people

and if your in a secret society be afraid

of the forthcoming air raid

anti christ? Your just trash

and it's bin day soon, coming in a flash

not that I'm religious at all

no religion weighs me down now

I walk tall

JFK tried to shut them down

but they think they are the crowned

and they can do anything they want

not any more, forced to stop

the cosmics got much bigger guns

and when they play your memories

on TV, you will be glum

and these members of secret societies

in government, will be freed

from their contracts and pension pots

don't serve the people, not all but a lot

all for a pension and a gong

but it's their fault chose a path wrong

nobody's safe from the new world court

hide all you like you will be caught

and your masters at the very top

bound to roll you over to save their lots

soon it's everyone for themselves

as the world escapes this casino goulag hell