Gordon Brown is my shepherd, I shall not work.
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my faith in the political opposition.
He guideth me in the path of unemployment.
Yea, though I wait for my dole,
I own the bank that refuses me.
He has annointed my income with taxes,
My expenses runneth over my pay.
Surely poverty and hard times will follow me all the days of his term.
From hence forth, we will live all the days of our lives in a rented
home with an overseas landlord.
I am glad I am British,
I am glad I am free,
But I wish I were a dog, and our Prime Minister were a tree
Friday, 20 February 2009
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