Written during the times of Mrs Thatcher as Prime Minister

You Minister…. You look wise.
What is there left to privatise?

Well PM, our plan is rare
We propose to sell off air.
Think of all the lovely fees, every time the nation breathes.

Right, you darling little man,
I have one question on your plan.
What if they do not pay the rate?
Oh then they will asphyxiate…….