It pains me to say that chicanery reigns in the palaces that we once admired,
bought off by some toff that sits in the tower and showers down false accusations.

They may wear fancy clothes to the function, but skulduggery rules and in or around Clapham Junction the rooks have a feast.

Anyway
news from the hunt will soon be front page,

they shoot elephants you know and I know
that's a sideshow



the real killing goes on behind
closed doors.