I said my piece
and my side lost
Now we sit
and assess the cost
Fifty percent
Said "I want him."
Now they get their way
as hopes soon dim.
The other fifty
Opposed his plan
But lost the vote
As it all hits the fan
Just how much longer
Can the private man keep up
His supporting the ones
Who hold out their cup?
Eventually more
Will rely on the goose
Whose golden eggs
They'll never set loose
But kill it they will
By demanding too much
And they will not find another
To come through in the clutch
Then the whole of the nation
Will look to the man
They put into office
To do what he can
He did what he wanted
He achieved all he tried
To take our great nation
And destroy all it's pride
We deserve what we get
We made our own bed
So sleep in it we must
The goose is now dead.
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