It’s all about control
And nothing else at all
Privatise the water
That’s Peter Brabeck’s call
A complete unconsciousness
An unknown quantity
Nescient and unknowing
An obscurantist actually
Senselessness futility
In many ways I’d say
An air of such buffoonery
Unfounded in a way
For me he is no luminary
No profit and no seer
But clearly has An obsession
And wants to stomp up fear
it is a ludicrous argument
Really so absurd
Totally unscientific
To harp on every word
And such a call fictitious
In everything you do
Water should be privatised
I tell you I am through
With all these pumped up idiots
In pursuit of power
Wanting to deliberate
And punch their weight and shower
The poorest souls amongst us
With rancour and deceit
Oppressing us depressing us
All with a clean sheet
This man is a psychopath
In a ruling role
Heartless to the point of evil
Clearly lacking soul
His judgement he has lost it
Empathy for none
He is a corporation
Humanity undone