Prospectus

It gets me mad when folks suggest
Reform’s a pious hope
As though we’d scribbled down these plans
On the back of an envelope.
No way. For fifteen years or more
We’ve been preparing this
And the present opportunity
Is just too good to miss.
OK, it’s going to cost you
For the adverts and our fees
But you’re prepared for hardship,
You knew these cuts would squeeze.
We’ll pick the patients that we want;
Some win, and most will lose
But that’s the way we like it
And it’s us that gets to choose.
We’ll do just fine. How you end up
Is anybody’s guess
But before we’re done you’ll all forget
You had an NHS.