Con-Dem (ned)

Con-demned already and the wedding sheets not cold
No blood stains either yet, a marriage one week old
for what will lie ahead with that so fateful kiss,
a pact with devils will make their wedded bliss

no motorcade for those who pedal madly
on tandem sit, the buttock faced one gladly
as he piles the pressure on his once willing mate
to make the cuts, a blood lust he'll not slate

until the voters squeal and slaughter dems once more
whose hand was pumped and squeezed that oily claw
ushered to the ranks of near dead cons to sign
and witness all those cuts on dotted line

all failures will be laid at lib dem door
the ash croft millions help to keep the score
of many minions hanging out to dry
the people say that history cannot lie

so we will know that con-demned feels already
the noose around the neck to throttle, ever ready
to jump back to much safer times upon the fence
now reality is here let the lottery commence

be it dicey dave or long lost kenny clark
to stab the partner with truth that leaves a mark
we looking on will wince and see their pain
the vultures too will swallow most and gain
from that one kiss we hear the cries of shame
as Con-demned libs will burden all the blame