Michelle Mone
Doesn’t need a loan
Got two hundred mill
Sat on the MedPro throne
Now Michelle Mone’s
Cover’s blown
She lied to the press
As it’s now known
So, Michelle Mone
Will have to atone
‘Cause the PPE
Wasn’t well sewn
However, Michelle Mone
Wasn’t alone
But the WhatApp’s missing
Off Rishi’s phone
“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
What on earth does he mean?
I’ll tell the whole truth, nothing but
So long as my hands are kept clean
He says he’s very sorry
For what happened to you
But as for what he’s sorry for
We’re left without a clue
Meet the new boss, backs the old boss
The pundits are surprised
That he blames all the science
“We were just badly advised”
“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
We know just what that means
Not the whole truth, nothing but
Just keeping his hands clean
The dead can’t hear your apologies
The dead can’t see your sly smile
The dead can’t hear you blaming them
Like some oversized child on trail
The dead can’t see the messages
You accidentally lost
The dead can’t ask you questions
But the dead know just the cost
Of your lackadaisical attitude
Your laissez-faire approach
The meetings you weren’t bothered by
The rules with which you did not comply
The business-as-usual you deny
The herd immunity you tried to apply…
The dead can’t hear your apologies
But the survivor understands
There’s blood on your hands
The umpire ruffles his hair, raises a finger
The elderly batsman shuffles off
Supressing a cough
Pincher by name, pincher by nature
Spaffer backed the groper until it hit the paper
Known to be handsy, where’s the hand you can’t see
Spaffer and the groper, wouldn’t you fancy
That they’re two of a kind, of the same mind
An exercise of power with the grasp of a behind
No surprise, therefore, to hear more lies
Complaints about the pincher that Spaffer denies
Ever hearing, but once he’s lied in a knot
Yet again, he’s simply going to say that he forgot
This is the country of Grenfell Tower
This is a country of Grenfell towers
This is the country of promises made meant never to be kept
This is the country that prints its own money then says that it’s in debt
This is the country of deportation, transportation, denial, frustration and criminal deregulation
This is the country of imperial measures and roman numerals
This is the country of Westminster weddings and care home funerals
This is the country that locked down late
This is the country that calls itself great
This is the country of hypocrisy parties and poverty safaris
This is the country where a prince sells the Big Issue for a day, hooray
This is a country that thinks it’s at war
This is a country that says it’s at war
This is a country that somehow wants to be at war
This is the country where the vested interests of the proprietor dictate the headlines
This is the country that sells planes and bombs to armies that still use landmines
This is the country of run it down to sell it off
This is the country of the insufferable toff
This is the country of fire and re-hire or fire and hire someone else
This is the country whose only answer is just to tighten your belts
This is the country of misconduct in public office and rising hedge fund profits
This is a country of structural prejudice
This is the country of in-work benefits
This is the country of Hillsborough, Orgreave, justice delayed and justice denied
This is the country where the Prime Minister just lied and lied and lied and lied
This is the country that does its politics in easy three-word bites
This is the country that wants to debate if humans should have rights
This is the country of the hostile environment
This is the country of Grenfell Tower
The King of Lockdown raised a glass
A toast to ghosts of empires past
His gaze steadfast upon the cast
Of gathered acolytes, his class
And scenes they would deny
The grape and grain of government
Authors of instruction meant
For others, never their intent
Without consent of votes once lent
Ever to comply
The King of Lockdown, slovenly
Dismissive of discovery
Of drunken, workless company
Endemic this incumbency
Would simply tell a lie
The King of Lockdown, King of Bluff
Born of the stuff to just rebuff
Never knows when it’s enough
Never goes when it gets tough
Lets truth slide idly by
Trickle-down misery
Trickle-down poverty
Trickle down lies
And trickle-down dishonesty
Trickle-down rules
From a trickle-down clown
Only trickle down
In Trickle-Down Town
Trickle-down parties
With trickle-down cakes
Trickle-down suitcased
Trickle-down fakes
Trickle-down fines
Come trickling down
From fifties to thousands
In Trickle-Down Town
The trickle-down cough’s
Still trickle-down persistent
The trickle-down prof.’s
Still pretty non-existent
Now poxy monkey pox
Is trickling down
‘Cause the A/C’s always off
In Trickle-Down Town
The trickle-down penny
Still hasn’t dropped
The trickle-down rises
Still haven’t stopped
Rishi’s five pence
Is nowhere to be found
On any forecourt
In Trickle-Down Town
Trickle-down prices
Are trickle-down rising
A trickle-down crisis
Is hardly surprising
When trickle-down profits
Are still never found
In the trickle-down pockets
Of Trickle-Down Town
The trickle-down prince
Reads a trickle-down speech
To a trickle-down house
With trickle-down reach
Sat on a trickle-down throne
Next to a trickle-down crown
Now they boo the national anthem
In Trickle-Down Town
He’s splutting and coughering
Hot and bloody bothering
Feeling pretty rotten
And he’s tested twice
He’s sneezin’ and wheezin’
And snottin’ like a wee thing
It isn’t very pleasin’
It’s not very nice
But give him a day or two
It takes a while to come to view
He’ll get his second line up too
And now he’s had it twice
It’s Omicron
They call it stealth Omicron
With no rules to rely upon
It’s BA.2 for you and you and you
It’s Omicron
He’s got Stealth Omicron
With no test and no mask on
It’s BA.2 for you and you and you
He thought it was a heavy cold
He thought he’d got it all controlled
Now that LFTs are sold
Who’s gonna buy?
Now he’s coughing and spluttering
Shivering and shuddering
The country is recovering’s
Another lie
He’s one in a million
No, one of a million
Infected civilians
The number’s pretty high
It’s Omicron
They call it stealth Omicron
With no rules to rely upon
It’s BA.2 for you and you and you
It’s Omicron
He’s got Stealth Omicron
With no test and no mask on
It’s BA.2 for you and you and you
He’s one in a million
No, one of a million
Infected civilians
The number’s pretty high
When is it over?
It’s over today
What on earth do you mean, said he
She said, it’s not gone away
But it’s over today
Because tests are no longer free
As a fool once said
In the time that he led
If you don’t look, then you won’t see
So, it’s over today
Without going away
Because tests are no longer free
Steve White & The Protest Family 