Of Cause It's All Lies, It Always Is Poem by Mark Heathcote

Of cause it's all lies, it always is
Keep it real, keep it real, keeps it real.
But where's the substance
Where on earth are the facts?
They talk about clandestine wars
About anti-social crime lords
About Facebook ghouls and internet trolls
But it's us the poor climbing the walls
Of the psychiatric wards, trying to get in,
So they cut your pay, privatize the state
And the mess we're all in, they've put us in.

Their prisons are full, full to the rafters.
But, but it's not Jesus but politicians that baptize us
So they squeeze your pension-pot
Steal your life saving with taxes
For their own; lucrative forever afters
Of cause it's all lies, it always is
Keep it real, keep it real, keeps it real, eh!
Yes, of course, they give us tax allowances
Monies they'll just borrow on our future families.
Monies they've no right in taking,
As landlords of our worthless poverty!