You didn’t quit when times were tough
You didn’t leave when things got rough
But now you say enough’s enough
Because you sense the wind has changed
You drank the champagne and guffawed
While others slipped, fell overboard
Did you really think that we’d applaud
At the thought of deckchairs re-arranged?
It’s time to go
It’s time to pack
No last reprieve
No going back
So sling your hook
And grab your sack
Maybe there’s no justice
But of Schadenfreude
There is no lack
And maybe you tell yourself
That it was worth it for a seat at the table, or
Maybe you hate yourself
A pathological liars enabler
The only thing that’s certain now
As you try and spin a different story
The kids have seen behind the curtain now
Another generation
Never gonna
Vote Tory