Let Each Man Exercise The Art He

To Plunder, To Lie, To Show Your Arse, Are Three Essentials For Climbing High.

Have You Ever, Looking Up, Seen A Cloud Like To A Centaur, A Part, Or A Wolf, Or A Bull?

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

One Bush, They Say, Can Never Hide Two Thieves.

You Vote Yourselves Salaries Out Of The Public Funds And Care Only For Your Own Personal Interests; Hence The State Limps Along.