Bonfire of the quangos:
Burn the books
We don't read them anymore.
Smash the glass
Our Kristalnacht.
These Quangos are the real thieves,
Their vision makes us ill at ease.
When you sniff their breeze
You smell burning.
Oh great Cameron
Your Big Society
Your Brave New World
Has come to save us
From the insanity of reality.
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