This poem is not in the book shown. This was transcribed from an instagram post made on June 18, 2024.

Take your pick of politicians, out of touch so deeply.
Who crave your vote to steer our boat jump into bed to sleep li-
asing with corrupted frauds who desecrate their post.
The parliamentary parasites who wank to Thatcher's ghost.
What I really think is not politically correct.
I'm sick of seeing sycophants whose job is to perfect
The art of causing chasms and dissolving public unity.
A poison, puerile, pestilence polluting our community.
Where's the money skimmed from taxes getting siphoned for expenses?
Where's the justice for your mates who commit criminal offenses?
Where's the empathy for humans that don't look or act like you?
What are all the citizens who are in poverty to do?
Where are all the refugees who simply need our help to go?
Just stick em on a barge or plane; maintain the status quo.
Use them as an excuse for why we can't afford to heat
The homes that we will never own, the food our kids can't eat.
Pick the one who's gonna rule us with the minimum disruption.
Who'll only break the records of malfeasance and corruption.
The way that they are hollowing out Britain starts to grate.
Taking try of this country giving back the right to hate
Anyone who's black or brown disabled, queer, or working class.
A woman or an immigrant, to them the blame will pass.
If the people fight among ourselves, divided we will fall.
When we look after each other and seek liberty for all
A rising tide will lift all boats, do not let them distract
Because the people have the power and it's time for us to act.