Row upon row of dead Staffordshire Bull Terriers
They don't know they're dead yet but that's where they're going
People tire of their pets as quick as they tire of their own children's crying
Never mind
Another can of Stella will ease the pain
While your landlord rubs his hands, and adds another ton to the rent.

Meanwhile Liz Kendall kicks over the rotting corpse of what used to be the Labour Party
Somewhere under there is a Facebook hero, but he's sixty-six and he's not saving anyone
See also: Owen Jones
See also: The fucking Green Party
Sometimes I think The Sleaford Mods have got it right; it's just bleak, no fight, just bleat
Does the left need another messiah?
See also: Tony Blair

Russian oligarchs buying up the city, piece by piece, off-plan
Did we know what an oligarch was ten years ago?
They didn't teach it in school
Whose school? What school? Free school
Anyway it's an academy now

Pass Teacher a valium
It's not the kids that are doing her head in, it's the bloke from Ofsted
Him and the fella with the face like a slapped arse, you know the one
The one on crutches

My mate's gone back to work for the bank, and who can blame him?
He's done that “put my family first” thing that works so well for the Tories
That's where the money is
Not their money, poor people's money
Ask anyone in Greece
Sold out by the revolutionaries
No wonder the bloke in the motorcycle jacket rode off into the sunset
Like a Marxist Tom Cruise
Does the left need another messiah?
See also: Russell Brand

Row upon row of dead Staffordshire Bull Terriers
As we consume living things like tabloid newspapers, celebrity panel shows and Christmas jumpers

The bloke selling puppies from a cardboard box
Reckons he's a vegetarian
Somebody ought to have a word.