Dacorum Borough Council

There is a rotten council called Dacorum
To which we pay outrageous sums of tax.
Although we write, and speak at every forum,
Its grasp of local issues is so lax.

To work, to shop, to each long-winded meeting,
The councillors go hastily by car.
Their glimpse of the locality's so fleeting
They can't see what the local issues are.

The officers sit in the civic centre;
To grasp increasing wages is their task.
But when the local people dare to enter
They rarely do a single thing we ask.

It matters not that we are just or needy;
They've more important things to do today.
The council serves the feckless, rich and greedy;
The rest of us are only here to pay.

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