Our Public Servants - or - The Needle Men
the wee within
hides hollow
shadows small
Such slime
and sin
and grime
they grin
Much mock the moral mall
In greed they grip
the public tit
Lick all
the wrong behinds
The useless twits
with inbred wits
use farts
to fuel their minds
Call down rehearsed
their red tape curse
in girth
of unknown tome
Whine
why alone
Mime
no known tones
But worse
they ALL tell lies