"Bold and even "savage" cuts in government spending will be necessary to bring the public deficit down after the next election, Nick Clegg, the Liberal Democrat leader in the UK, says today."
Savage cuts
I hear they talk of savage cuts today,
Yet, they've not seen my welted derriere;
Will they preserve my service as they lay
Into the poor, who should not have to care?
Since the powerful rich will be preserved
To claim another bonus as I pay,
I'm please to suffer sanction that's reserved
For those, who in their owner's mansions play;
Knowing that, if the liberals so elect
To tax not for the lucre, but the mind
(Which is more filthy), who else could select
A cane to tax my cunt? My tits so lined...
That, like a zebra's colt, I'll sway not walk
When I hear savage cuts are all the talk.
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