Generation Jenrick

If only I
Was Bobby Jenrick
The ways I’d get
My kicks
My licks

To travel to
A second home
To give a dog
A rancid bone
To turn Joe Public
Into stone

I want a house
And another
And another
And another

Pay the rent
Of the backs
Of the mothers
Of the push;

The Push-and-Shovers

I do what
The Hell I like or
Tell the rest
To take a hike
Thus spake ancestor:

“On your bike”

One can but try
To tell them why
To slip a bill
Under the mat
Whilst all the while
Growing fat

To turn Joe Public
Into stone
To give a dog
A rancid bone
To travel to
A second home

The ways I’d get
My kicks
My licks
If only I. But

Then again
I’m not
I’m not
I’m (hopefully) not
Lest I forgot
A stupid little
Ittle bittle
Slob

A wobbly floppily
Hobnob properly
Flob-ab-dob bobbly
Bob-a-Job robbery

A prick
A dick
A shitty stick
Raking the muck
Taking the Mick
Who gives...?

So, get rich quick
Before the quick get rich
Before the cat

Catches the rat

Slip a bill
Under the mat
Whilst all the while
Growing fat

Pass the buck
Your luck is in
My luck ran out
Close down the town
And shut my mouth.