The Powers That Were! Poem by THE HOLY POET

The Rangers now are in demise

Cos all their truths are based on lies

They've cooked the books and duped their fans

What price loyalty?



Do working men deserve this fayre

Served up from the fox's lair

Denial showed they did not care

Their pockets fully lined.



They ask them now, dig deeper still

You'll get receipts, pay at the till

That's a first when paying a bill

The taxman cometh soon.



Where is Whyte and where's the news

All we hear are gossips' views

Fat Sally's even off the booze

To repay loyal Huns.



Once so rich but had no plan

Wreckless spending by one man

Murray sold you out then ran

There is no place to hide.



Whyte and Murray what a team

They tucked you up, now live their dream

But with our jelly and ice cream

We'll raise a glass to you.