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one month passes...
I wrote a letter to our recently departed secretary of state for work and pensions, Mr Ian Duncan Smith.
We all know he was a great, kind man that helped many so I thought he should be thanked properly.
'Ian Cuntan Smith'
Dear Mr Smith (you massive twat)
We finally minimised your criminal mind,
that thought it's alright to diminish the life of a child as
long as you're first to the finishing line.
Tax cuts for the one percent was bad from George,
but now apparently benefits are FUN?!? and you!!
Ian Duncan C*nt.
Think you can run from your blunders when,
all you’ve ever done is rub shoulders with such scummy men,
and bend the truth so far for lent I wonder what your mother’s bred!!!
But that said, I rejoiced in your choice to stand down,
not having to hear your bland voice as much will make me much less sad and down.
When I first heard the news....
I got a beer in my hand and.....
Bloody enjoyed downing it!!
But this blatant grab for browning points is blatantly just cos you're down on points, down on your luck and pointlessly complaining,
“waa waa waaa, I was made to by those two louder boys”
So goodbye Mr Duncan Smith…..
Cant say its been fun…..
It’s been more like a pile of shit,
seeing you dump such pain on the disabled has been…
insightful to Tory policy….but still blindingly painful...
....You indecisive prick....
P.s I wonder if you’d be kind enough to find bridge
and bungee jump off the side for kicks…
My rope's all frayed and opened up,
and maybe a bit broke inside,
but hey, I’m a nice bloke, here ya go mate,
You can have a go with mine.
P.p.s They say Karma’s a bitch. Enjoy meeting her....Bitch!
Absolutely No Kind Regards
Simon Reid
― Rainer Weirder Faßbooker (wins), Sunday, 20 March 2016 18:37 (eight years ago) link