His legacy is an Emperor stripped naked,
After years of Presidential style media lies,
No one believes a word politicians say,
For too many wolves have already cried,
No one ever heard any apology either,
For all those years they have been betrayed,
For all the incessant talking then inaction,
On all the grand promises He made,
So school report at end of term,
Reads not so well as He would pray,
Master Blair failed dismally in every subject,
And lied his way through every single day,
Tony has made severe errors of judgement,
Whose consequences for others have been grave,
Yet Tony feels the need to blame others,
When it was decisions he alone had made,
When Master Blair faces honest depositions,
Or in debate is questioned on his words,
Said opponent is invariably vilified,
Or stained, discredited, killed or slurred,
Tony could do better and try harder,
If only there were a next term to come around,
For he has sunk so very low at present,
It would be impossible not to find higher ground.

And amazingly now the great Lion of the public,
Ignored and silent for so long, lets out a low growl,
Bares his teeth and gets up to his feet,
And with resonating roar begins to prowl,
Who is this usurper of all we hold dear,
Who is this mouse upon the throne,
Who is this actor with nothing real inside,
Who thinks we are his dog to proffer the odd bone,
We are this mighty nation forged with pride,
We have history and tradition saying we can fight,
We have been blind to believe all of his lies,
But now we are going to put it right.
We deserve to believe our vision,
We deserve education not lies,
We deserve hospitals that cure us,
Not ones that ensure we will die,
We deserve to live in peace,
Not cower in our homes in fear,
Above all we deserve the truth,
Yet it is only ever lies we hear.

So Tony just tiptoes silently and shamefully away,
Leaving absolutely nothing noteworthy in his place,
No everlasting Valhalla legacy of greatness,
He is too afraid now to even show his face,
Dead bodies still pile up daily at his door,
Intent to haunt the reason for their demise,
Blood pouring slowly from their mouths,
In an ironic parody of his ceaseless streams of lies.