I am frightened I’ll run out of food
My insides are in knots that feel glued
I feel sick tonight
What was I ate?
The cat’s looking mad yet amused
The Whiska’s beef ‘s meant for the cat
I trod on him, he is now flat
I stole his dinner
I am a great sinner
I should eat both the snake and the bat
This epidemic is my fault, you see
I gave away bat food for free
The homeless have soup
And suffer from croup
The rich folk denounce liberty
A huge sense of guilt is conceit
In a sense it is also deceit
We’re not omnipotent
Nor are we impotent
We’re in the grey, be discreet
I wonder what new world we’ll get
When Boris in aspic is set
He’s having a baby
It happens now daily
It’s the mother who’s caught in his net
Fancy a nappy change now?
Boris is taking a bow
He won’t like the crap you shed
When you are in his bed
Well, it’s far too late after the plough