Starmer

Starmer’s in his penthouse
Heated and fine
I’m in my bedroom
Cold on the line
Wearing a blanket
Outside clothes in bed
I am 81
And like some
I’ll be dead

I can’t stand the cold weather
The wind and the rain
The frost it has cost
A lot and my main
Worry is ice and snow
And freezing cold
I get no allowance
All that is sold
500 quid and more
That’s a pain
Starmer and Co
Are the bloody insane.

Begging for freebies
Free glasses and suits
Going to footballs
Wearing the boots
Going to rock shows
Staying in places
Just take a look
At their ugly faces
Labour to heaven high heaven
They stink
Leaving us old people now on the brink