Monthly Archives: March 2012

Cameron, I would call you a cunt…

So it’s farewell to the NHS

Legal aid and pensions

Working for your dole

When employment’s in a hole

And not to fucking mention

Tax cuts for the richest

Benefit cuts for the poor

Can you please explain to me

Why we should tolerate your shit anymore?

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I would call you a cunt

But the usefulness and beauty are amiss

And if we should ever meet

I’ll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.

It’s a bit weird getting your jollies

From increasing our risk of dying

Or can you just not get it up

Without the thought of poor folks crying?

You punch tables, victorious

Each time you whack another coffin nail in

While I punch pictures of your face

Man, my hate for you is unfailing..

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I would call you a cunt

But the usefulness and beauty are amiss

And if we should ever meet

I’ll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.

You murder what we breathed life in to for years

Rape the state born from our blood, sweat and tears

Abuse our children with all these unnecessary cuts

If we ever meet, may your god help your nuts..

Cameron, I would call you a cunt,

But you don’t have the depth or charm

And if we should ever meet

You’ll also meet my baling arm.

Cameron, I will call you a cunt

As you are very good at pissing

down on those living hand to mouth

Let’s hook up for some Glasgow kissing.

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