"True Colours"

The man who makes out he's decent
Holding court on L.B.C.
The perfect foil for Red Ken
Mr. Respectability.
Until you showed your true colours
On that taxi ride back home
Your smug superior manners
And the real you was shown.
Shoting, screaming, swearing
As if your cabbie was a piece of shit
Not realising you're the bigger turd
A typical upper class Tory twit.
To make out it was down to drink
You've really got some front
Do you really think we'll fall for that
You arrogant Tory cunt!
He makes out he understand football
But he is such a prick
He made out he was a Fulham fan
But soon did that mving to Chelsea bandwagon trick.
Recorded by a cabbie
Calling him all the names under the sun
How the mighty have fallen
The former Minister of Fun.
Turns out he's not just a stuck up toff
But a racist to make it worse
But every cloud has a silver lining
Cos it made me write this verse.
He had a pop at his Polish doorman
At his posh pad in St Katherine's Dock
Do you really need any more evidence
That the bloke's a total cock!
Even though they're different people
Mellor And Farage appear to be the same
Pretending to be men of the people
While pointing their posh finger of blame.
He makes out he doesn't like UKIP
But he'd be perfect for a defection
Then it would of our turn to scream
'Stick it up your Hacienda'
As he loses another General Election.

Dulwich Poet 10th December 2014

(This is about former Conservative politician, turned radio presenter, David Mellor, who recently drunkenly abused a taxi driver, on the way home from a bash at Buckingham Palace)