Starmer, Starmer
Too good for solid matter
Starmer, Starmer
Cannot keep his own atoms together
Labour build a StarMOAT
As Sir Kier turns to literal jelly;
And he stood, glass in hand,
In the middle of the House of Commons,
Gloating over the deconstituted Leader of the Opposition,
And downed a pint of Starmer,
And we realised,
That the culture war, media war,
Had turned to outright war;
That night, after further unimaginable events,
Russia declared war on the West,
But the nuclear bombs didn’t work.

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