Maintaining Just Enough Grip on Reality to Sell it Off Later

Rah rah! Let us don our best togs
And hasten to Manchester's fogs
And pray to Saint Thatcher
For fibre to match her
In kicking the poor and the wogs!

Our targets? Well, those we'll postpone.
Just see how we've cut to the bone!
We've made our attack
While Nick held us back -
Just think what we'd do on our own!

Our blather and burble and blah
No prole or protestor shall mar,
While tubby tax-dodgers
Wave Bullingdon todgers:
It's conference season, rah rah!

Gideon Fatwick