his is the tomorrow that Jack built.

Slash and burn, rotate a half turn, repeat for effect and leave no stone unturned

A government that fails to see that to be popular it has to be
fair.
police the police that police the poor but only if you can find them,
cop shops closing all the time, bandits having a grand old time doing the things that bandits do , which is generally doing me and doing you too.

Poundland.

lala going gaga but no beds at these hospitals unless you're super ******' Bupa
or as crazy as a box of tuna and quite frankly
Jack don't give a flying frig if you think you're Pugwash on the Black Pig, he's building us a certain death by barcoding our every breath and stapling our ears to walls,
Yes, old Jack has got us by the mobile phone which is just the same as by the ***** but can apply and does to all and sundry.

Plainly and
in clear view behind your back they're mothballing you
to wheel you out, exhibit A
the title from
a Broadway play.

I'm shelling peas.