Occasionally I stray into the realm of politics, and even attempt humour and satire. I needn't bother - a young man has written this, which combines rude personal abuse with close analysis of the Health Secretary's ideologically-driven attempt to sell the NHS and allow junk-food and booze manufacturers to direct health initiatives. It's a masterpiece.
2 comments:
Nice swearing. I particularly like the line 'your face looks like a shriveled up ball-sack'. Good work young man.
It certainly is: policy and profanity in one musical package.
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