Don't worry about fuel, medicine and food shortages...

They’ve smashed up the nation
and now they cannot fix it
so in an amusing, futile gesture
they’re building a spaceship.

But with filling stations empty
and the country out of fuel,
what the hell's it going to run on,
rotted crops and gruel?

Supermarket shelves are half bare,
the country’s going beserk,
while our plumped up leader plays
at being Captain f**king Kirk.

It’s the least able crew
who ever flew
the Starship Enterprise.
It can’t leave the ground,
too weighted down
with bullsh*t, betrayal and lies.

And search where you may,
there’s no sick bay,
it’s been silently privatised.
Scotty’s been shot
and you won’t find Spock,
he’s been euthanized.

But stowed away in a secret wing
a lone survivor’s at hand,
a sole noble, old Gurkha awaits
the final frontier’s command.

And here come Boris to save the day
with his new super laser gun.
Mr Sulu, you know what to do –
fire the liar into the sun.
 
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