Rudolph: A Satire on the Bedroom Tax

The Bedroom Tax is an unfair charge, imposed on the poorest and most vulnerable in society by rich, privileged and pig-ignorant politicians.  Politicians they call themselves, but behind that badge they wear another pinned to their hearts: Pirate, Spiv, Parasite.

Here's a little song I wrote to the tune of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.  It's Seasonal, satirical and, sadly, not that far from the truth.

Rudolph The Barefaced Scrounger

You know Slasher and Flasher,

And Banker and Fix ‘Em,

Conman and Hedgefund and Politician,

But do you recall

The most heinous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Barefaced Scrounger

Had a tiny surplus room:

If you lived in a mansion,

The kind of place you’d keep a broom.

All of the other reindeer,

Not on housing benefit,

Read it in the Daily Mail,

And had a self-righteous fit.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say,

“Rudolph for your extra space,

Pay or find another place”.

Then all the reindeer jeered him,

Waving their stuffed Christmas socks,

“Rudolph the Barefaced Scrounger,

Go live in a cardboard box”.

                                  

                                          (c)Frank Rooney