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Wonderland?

Through the smoke, shit and vomit, A parking fine, urine on it. The most horrid sight, we’re used to it, right? The capital’s disgusting and we’re damned. Lengthy ques for employment, Assorted drugs for enjoyment, Our bank account’s bust, believe it we’re fucked, The government won’t even lend a hand. Will it be Lidl or Aldi? Wetherspoons, cheap and rowdy. An overdraft to, purchase more booze, Fracking makes us hate you more, it’s true. Unpunctual trains, privatisation. It’s fucking cold at the station. Elite middle class, this country’s a farce, Don’t even get me started on the EU. Chicken wings and pollution, Private health care – THAT’S THE SOLUTION! Increased licence fees, no money for tea, Five more years of Cameron and we’re screwed.
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Written by
dannyboyj
Bedford
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Sep 9, 2015
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#politics#pollution#prime#london#england#cameron#conservative#republican#minister#tories
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