Where were you when Labour died,
crushed beneath some Tory lies,
dancing to a Tory tune,
like a clown in a cartoon?
Where were you when Labour died,
fighting for the other side,
trying to hold back the tide,
to appease the Tories' pride?
Where were you when Labour died,
twisted and unrecognised,
inside out and round and round,
back to front and upside down?
Hold your breath until you faint,
bind yourself in tight restraint,
let your lies betray your mission,
like a Labour politician.
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