genuinely reflecting
a genuflecting populace
well and truly put in its place
by a fat fingered king
medalled and covered in bling
no money for society
jesus god almighty
it’s in his treasury you see
the spoils of our usury
i just don’t see the point
of appointing him just to point
but that’s the point
no one elected him
it’s just an historical whim
when every deserving cause
has no money just because
the landed gentry gentry
have plenty plenty plenty
stuff the populace with the opium
of football sport and drug’s opprobrium
immediately the media’s swift disclaim
of anything good done in our name
oh come on climate burn me up
enough enough i’ve had enough
unless they make me king today
oh shut up go away
on your knees you uncouth brat
rat a tat tat tat ~~ and that is that
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