Fools on The Hill

Bray after bray, they drone on The Hill—
Foolish men and women, voices unremittingly shrill.
So why is it we vote for them?
We can see that they are just fools—
A parliamentary cancer.
All the fools on the hill
Run—they are leaving town
On vacations they've fled.
Again, they've let us down.

Swelled in their heads, which are in a cloud,
A thousand men and women are screaming piercingly loud.
But does anybody hear them?
We can see that they are all fakes.
They figure no one will notice,
So they fool with the bills—
That's why nobody likes them—
You can tell that they will screw you.
Sometimes they get caught stealing
As they drool in the till. . .