In Your Guts You Know He’s Nuts

This one is pretty well self explanatory, based on that classic one liner.

In your guts you know he’s nuts.

 

In your guts you know he’s nuts

The Abbott’s more than a political clutz

His mouth springs open

While his brain just shuts

If the Abbott played golf he’d play

No drive… bad putts

 

It’s really sad the Abbott’s mad

His economic creds are just plain bad

On foreign policy

He’s a bit of a lad

And his attitude to Women

Is rough… just a tad

 

He’s politically lazy  but he’s also crazy

His policy platform’s kinda hazy

His ears might be cauliflower

But his brain’s pure daisy

And his temperament he struggles with

Cos his anger’s… quite..  blazey

 

Though lacking hearts, his team play their parts

With very few finishes, despite plenty of starts

Avoiding talk on policy

Yet defending Abbotts brain farts

While their lies, spin and dishonesty

Are rating…. off the charts

 

Chrissy Pyne thinks he’s just fine

But the mincing poodle’s full of whine

Bishops class, is just a farce

As she’s always talking through her arse

Sloppy Joe Hockey is always cocky

Though to say the least.. his maths are rocky

 

Barnaby lets his mouth run free

But he can’t see the wood, cos it’s hidden in the tree

Turnbulls creds are all in shreds

As he’s aligned himself with the farting heads

And the whole front bench, has an awful stench

Like a rotting carcase beaten.. with a monkey wrench

 

And it’s really sad that they’re all quite mad

Pushing ideas that are old and bad

And they’re all quite lazy and completely crazy

With a policy platform that’s incredibly hazy

And everyone with him is a political clutz

And in your guts.. you know they’re ALL.. bloody… nuts