Purga Tory (©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)

Pocket paper queens;
'trolling all it seems.
Mona Lizabetha smiling;
ripped-up dreams.

Whip the working poor.
Lock the entry doors.
Disconnect the classes,
get the wealth offshore.

  Con solidate
  Your assets and liens.
  Then celebrate,
  this aint really stealing.

Budget going south.
Living hand to mouth.
One month from the breadline
and an empty shelf.

Yen, Dollars or Pounds
Euro-septic hounds
Just means nothing
when you're clawing at the ground.

  Bank-based.
  Two-faced.
  Self-inflated.
  Unregulated.

      A fair wage.
      A fresh page.
      Home security
      isn't about (yer)
      billion-dollar bombs.

Slavocratic sobs.
Mediocre mobs.
Get me off the grid
and I don't want your job.

Pensions are a joke
Ask that old bloke
Worked hard, played his card
and now he chokes.

  Denizens of
  fiscal sins.
  Reinvest revenue
  in the country
(i.e. Share it around.)

INSTRUMENTAL

Soporific hacks
Thrusting from the back
S(h)itting on the citizens
With cynical attacks

Laughing at the law
Paying legal whores
We will get around to you
Come knocking on your door

  Irrelevant
  sycophants
  never addressing
  the elephants in the rooms
  we need a change soon;
  a paradigm shift 
  to smooth over the rifts
  or continue
  the wasteage of sinew
  and fear future years
  without justice it's just this;

Purga Tory
Purga Tory
Purga Tory
or Purge the Tories.





(©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John) Photo: John T. Windle Imperial Gardens.