The Red Wall
I am sad to say
I’ve visited the red wall
Where knobhead working class Tories
And the petty bourgeoisie
Live in thrall
To Rupert Mordoch’s Scum
And the Daily Heil
They believe what they read
And take it up the bum
Trashed by Sunak and Truss
They can no longer catch a bus
Or afford to get their teeth fixed
So they get screwed
While the rich fill their pockets
And kill the planet
As they look on
With their empty eye sockets
Moaning about small boats
And devoid of nous
Within their Hinch-clean Deano house
They struggle with the cost of living
In constant pain
But at least they can still shag
The union flag
Before they end up
In a body bag
