Exhibit A,black leather jacket

Left at the scene of the crime

David asks himself why

How could he be so stupid?

Oh this atmosphere's ruthless

But all that manifests, is his beating chest

There is no point, pondering the worst

You may have put a foot wrong

But try and put your Mother first

Exhibit B, an archaic structure

A real relic of the past

But the traditions have all been dumped at last

All that remains, is your beating chest

And at worst, Hugh's perishing thirst

Exhibit C, contradictory Tory kid

Burning bags of sand

They slice your arm off if you ask for a hand

Oh it;s lovely with the Bullingdon Chaps, so grand

Missing individual, wanted for a volatile breach of human right laws

Last seen dining out of his country's volatile approach to gender equality

Oh I've seen him, chowing down on the anticipated social demise of the working class

Education plummets and we're sinking fast