HUNGRY TORY
I sharpen up my knife and fork
I give a belch and pop a cork
I wibble-wobble while I walk
I am a HUNGRY TORY!
I swallow hope and dine on dreams
My pants are bursting at the seams
I salivate at kiddie’s screams
I am a HUNGRY TORY!
I palm off scraps on needy proles
I use the rest to the fill the hole
That I possess in lieu of soul
I am a HUNGRY TORY!
I mainline money in my veins
My hamper’s bulging with my gains
I give my cronies what remains
(And piss a torrent down the drain)
I am a HUNGRY TORY!
