Like birds in a land of Winter. Don’t let it be you

Winter is coming
We hear about Starmer
Who blissfully tells you
He the embalmer
When the ice and the frost
Come
What he’s going to do
Is sit by the fire
And not think of you

Not even care that your tootsies are cold
That you turn down the thermostat
That you are old
That you paid in so much
All your miserable life
And now in the Winter
He acts as the knife

Sympathetic souls
He will have none of that
A biting cold winter
Where ever you’r sat
On a frosty old arm chair
Windows frozen white
Pretend your a bird
Just feathers in spite
Hoping for a hand out
Some seed or some bread
Some water to drink
And just to be fed
Don’t lock the kitchen door
For you have to see
That when the ground is hard
The slugs will not be
They would have withdrawn
To the bowels of the earth
No squirming worms
Nor grubs that are worth
In stead of the human
Are starmer type gits
Who don’t believe charity
For where it sits
Is in their own pockets
Or far far away
To the climate change moguls
Of Botany Bay

When the snow falls deep
And the frost goes hard
The Alder tree Catkin cones
Are on our card
It’s knowing where
In the coldest of air
Where charity lies
And the mindset defies

At winter remember
Pensioners we
The birds who remain
We need feeding, you see
Some see something crunchy
We know when you are
Friendly and helpful
And become a star

As for the crows
The great corvidae
With unbelievable memories
Sea sides they pay
Attention. To flying there
Pigeons as well
Despite the bleakness
I have heard tell
It’s rarely frozen up
On every tide
Comes food from the ocean
It’s somewhere to hide

The great Labour Party
Those MP’s we hear
Have been claiming their heating
Never a tear
From them about us
The pensioner breed
We can bloody well freeze
We can bloody well bleed

Then we can die
No more pensions oh dear
Reducing the burden
It’s very clear
Like birds of a feather
When Winter is here
Many fly off
And some die
No not one tear

Tossed in the oven
Crackle and pop
An old sod burning
Power to the crop
Forgotten forever
Lost in the smoke
Toss the ash in the ocean
The end of a bloke

Gone for goodGone for ever
No body knew
All his shits in the skip
A story that’s true

Don’t let it be you