You have no idea how bored I am.

Welcome to Great Britain
The immigrants keep pouring in
And I can’t imagine why
When binmans refuse to take the bins
And seagulls pull cats into the sky.

The outlook does look sinister
In the hands of our bulimic Priminister
Who resembles a certain t.v star
A self-confessed spinster
Who had one too many chocolate bars.

We are encouraged, I am told
To count our pennies, invest in gold
As our income trickles to a halt
And the banks take all our money, to hold
It in an interest-less vault.

And as unemployment rises
The Government disguises
All its expenses paid by tax
But they told one too many lises
And all fell to the axe.

I guess it’s sad to stand and see
Our great land crumble in misery
So we all sink to our knees and pray
Of alien attack from a far off galaxy
That will call the Doctor to save the day.