The evil profit motive.

First they came for the Jammy dodgers,
and I didn’t speak out because I was eating a Garibaldi

Then they came for the Digestives,
and I didn’t speak out because I nibbling on a Custard cream

Then they came for the oatcakes,
and I didn’t speak out because I was a bit bloated after a dunking a rich tea in my coffee

Then they came for me,
and asked me to chip in to the biscuit tin

Choccy hob nobs are only £4.50 with me

First they came for…

very good!
and that’s close enough to prove Godwin’s law for me!

Those Pox’s Farty Rings above must be re-educated for the good of the party. The Iced Gem political commissars will see to it.

Biscuits will abound in Utopia. H.G. Wells I think.

Do you think Joe Stalin used to get crumbs caught in his enormous moustache?