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 Scroun
ger
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