My protest song about our recent fixed election and the proliferation of posh folk who are very dapper but have less soul than a sausage. I mean, a sausage could be made from the happiest pig with the most exotic and delicate spices. Or in the UK today maybe a used condom filled with minced granny.

Bitter and twisted maybe but better out than in. All part of therapy and coping with disappointment etc … :)