DONKEYS

 

The genie is still in his bottle,

The dragon is still in his lair,

The kraken is still safely sleeping,

The basilisk shading his stare.

 

The New Year is here for the taking,

But who will be holding the power,

Will the statesmen be sharing their secrets?

Will the government rent by the hour.

 

Of course this New-Year will be different,

The tales that are told will be true,

A marriage feast laced with ambrosia,

But with gristle that’s harder to chew.

 

They’ll promise us all fairer taxes,

But load them by some other means,

They’re building a stairway to heaven,

On a vine grown from magical beans.

 

Go max out your credit say bankers,

And they say having debt isn’t bad,

Just schedule some long term repayments,

But isn’t that just slightly mad.

 

It’s good to have good aspiration.

It’s good to aspire then progress,

It’s good to have aims and objectives,

It’s not good to be in a mess.

 

But our leaders have set the example,

With MP’s expenses and such,

Two houses and travel allowance,

And secondary jobs for a crutch.

 

Accountants have been their salvation,

Mendaciously cooking the books,

On paper My Lord is a pauper

But nothing is quite what it looks.

 

Go feather your nest “it’s so easy”,

Join the party and grip on the rung,

Find a safe Tory seat in the Shires,

Or a Socialist Borough in Brum.

 

Whatever you do, do it properly!

Be the perfect and best party hack,

Your electorate don’t really matter.

Just grin as they all vote you back.

 

These blue and these red painted donkeys,

On the benches of power and might,

They bray in the Westminster chamber,

But so rarely do what is right.