Meet the New Boss

Meet the New Boss

Remember back at election time
When I said how unimpressed I was ?
“He’s just a Tory without the grime -”
I said, “who’s cool with corp’rate crime.
A smoother, shinier, twist-of-lime,
But a Tory still, not worth this buzz.”
Well, I want to let you know
That I told you so, I told you so.

He’ll disappoint with his PFIs,
As he sells his soul and the NHS.
He’ll talk of hope and tell us lies,
While slashing budgets down to size,
Then starting wars and choking skies,
While caving to the right-wing press.
It needn’t be, but here we go –
I told you so, I told you so.

We all want to ditch the Tories, sure,
But why then elect another one ?
It’s not that he’s not sufficiently pure,
That causes me to resist his lure,
But that he’s much more disease than cure –
A bully with a grudge and no sense of fun.
I hate to say, but have to crow –
I told you so, I told you so.

When the country’s crying out for change,
He gave us a dollop of as-you-were.
Sure, he was better than the rabid mange
Of the previous lot, that’s hardly strange –
But he just didn’t have the spine or range
For the shifting world that needed a stir.
Forgive if my frustrations show,
But I told you so, I told you so.