if I was a witch I’d totally flex
spit three times and fatally hex
this nightmare tory government
of dodgy winks and covenants
selling off anything not screwed down
to generate cash to pass around
an Eton mess of cushty mates
with offshore funds and big estates
who sing the anthem, kiss the flag
and twist it into a handy rag
to gag Britannia and bind her wrists
and give free reign to monopolists
fourteen years of special measures
parties in clowning street, wreckers in chequers
infrastructure down in the dirt
everyone hurting, nothing works
but keep your nerve, people, don’t lose hope
there’s magic in a pencil when you go to vote