Rolling egos up hill

Now I don’t mean to be critical
But on considering all things political
Do the folks on the hill
Fit the bill
When it comes to matters of the welfare state
Can they work together to determine our fate
Instead of trading tired old blows
As our economy stalls and recovery slows
Or notwithstanding religion do they have a confession
That they haven’t an answer to the current recession
And it’s better to focus on maintaining division
Than leave themselves open to our derision
Playing the old card be it orange or green
Or in the case of some the bit in between
Some tugging the forelock to boy David and young Nick
With the emphasis on punishing the undeserving sick
To replenish the coffers of the priggy banks
Can’t we just tell them thanks but no thanks
We won’t get involved with political smuggling
Or allow the vulnerable to continue struggling
Moved from sickness to rude health
In an action of national stealth
Standing in lines with the other new aimless
Those chopped public servants who of course are the blameless
There aren’t enough box clerks left to deal with the queues
But what does it matter they have nothing to lose
No money for the jobless, the unwilling, the lazy
Lump them altogether in the silo marked crazy
What do we care in the house on the hill
We have more to entertain us than serving the ill
Reducing their benefit to poverty amounts
Won’t really matter until every vote counts
Then they will shout from the hustings all they can muster
About special cases, deprivation and that kind of bluster
Maintaining a balance of prods and micks
Is what gives our folks on the hill their kicks
Let’s challenge them now before the election
To sort it out without deflection
Make our pound in their pocket do the talking
Or down the hill they’ll be walking
If on welfare reform they roar like a mouse
Then send them all to their own poor house