Little Willie

My name is little Willie and I lead the Tory mob,
I face the future backwards, which I do not think is odd.
To see where I am going my genetics were recast,
and now my facial features have migrated to my arse.

My eyes and mouth, and other parts, have just a single place
with which to see the future come, one hole for all my face.
I see through what's already there, I'm really full of it,
so Europe's bad, and what I speak is singularly Brit.



That messenger's a foreigner and therefore he is sad,
the message he is bringing must be very very bad -
and thus we denigrate the good ideas that he has brought,
so competitors acquire the efficiencies we sought.

The responsibility for this information lost
has to be the foreigners' - it never could be us -
and since we keep on losing, it must mean they all conspire,
so all that's left for us to do is say each one's a liar.

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