Long gone now
Are the days of formal
Meetings with no trousers on
Is the new normal

Why bother getting ready
Why even leave your bed
It's not like you can go outside
You're trapped inside your head

When that useless puppet
Gathers the public and the press
It only gets more complex,
Bloodstained hands just make more mess

He speaks fluent nonsense
Local leaders have no idea
How to enforce local restrictions
Without an end point being clear

He'll abandon any city
In the Midlands, in the North
Constantly changing messages, 
Dithering back and forth

And yes, there's hope for vaccination,
That's something I will note,
But the biggest change that we could have
Relies on the next vote

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