Song for Boris. Go Boris Go.

Song for Boris. Go Boris Go.

My Mum died on April 9th last year in a Care Home. I couldn’t visit her for months, she had dementia and by the time I was allowed to see her for one hour a week she had deteriorated to such an extent that she no longer knew who I was, where she was or what on earth was going on. It was heartbreaking. I don’t blame Boris for Covid, but his double standards of don’t do as I do, do as I tell you is cocking a snook at the rest of us, and has had me gritting my teeth which led me to dig out my Dads Banjo Ukulele and write this song. To raise a smile, perhaps a tear but certainly to vent my spleen. Simple titled. Go Boris Go. Recorded on my iPhone in my kitchen. Enjoy.

Absolutely appalled at the UK PM Boris Johnson and his coterie of lying toads. Morally bankrupt is the only expression that gets close to describing him. And as for that smug coy grin he puts on when asked a difficult questions by a journalist trying to insinuate he is some naughty school boy who had been up to some mischief like making an apple pie bed for Matron as opposed to being a grown man who has shown nothing but disdain and disrespect for the voting public, who he clearly thinks are below him on every level.


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