George Osborne sounds like a family butcher
On a good old-fashioned English high street
And indeed he has employed his cleaver
Cutting through flesh and bone; but human meat
Is what he's chopping up - the hands and feet
Of conscious but helpless British livestock
It is once more acceptable to eat
The choicest cuts, wiping lips with a cloth
Clinking champagne glasses. Life on the rocks
Is what you swallow. Keep warm this winter
On the high-protein diet that can't be beat
Eat poor people. We're winding back the clock
To the morals of Queen Victoria
Mass misery, but for some, life is sweet
Thur 21 Oct
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