This be another verse

by Ames Taylor

They fuck you up the Tories do

By thought and deed, in time and space

They do it in expensive shoes

With a tatty red briefcase

They fuck you up without a care

They have no sense of what it’s like

To be so broke and feel so down

To give up pay and go on strike

The Chancellor especially fucks us up

But when rich folk die they do not pay

Inheritance tax on a single penny

While living they give the lot away

They fuck you up in three word slogans

Build Back This and Long Term That

It’s meaningless to you and I

They fuck the proletariat

They fuck you up in darkest hours

Sanctions, conditions, anxiety, debt

When you are falling down the Tories

Take away the safety net

No safety net for you and I

We are not bankers, we have no wealth

They fuck you up the Tories do

Your life, your home, your dreams, your health.

They fuck up rivers, fuck up trains

Fuck up mortgages and rents

Fuck up public services

And no-one knows where the PPE money went

They fuck up things that you and I

Absolutely need to get by

Like gas and electricity

They’ve fucked it up for you and me

There isn’t much they haven’t fucked

Up beyond all our recognition

They fuck us up the Tories do

They do it of their own volition.

And show not one iota of contrition.

As though it was the Tory mission.