Monday, 29 June 2009

Poem I wrote in a really weird and silly mood

Every King Can Fuck Off


Every king can fuck off
Every landlord, duke and queen
And if you're repentant well bad luck toff
We've come for your liver and your bourgeoisie spleen!

Sorry to interrupt your game of croquet
Sorry to ruin your afternoon tea
Sorry to invade the grounds and spray
Your decadent bedrooms with Zyklon B!

Lovely to hear you debate taxation
Lovely to see you dismiss anarchists as loons
Lovely to see looks of relaxtion
Spoiled as we gouge out your eyes with our spoons!

Maybe we'll let you retire, quiet as a mouse
Maybe we'll even let you keep your crown
Maybe we'll tie you up in your house
And burn that motherfucker shit-heap down!

Alright, alright.

So revolution is about smashing the system
Not the individuals within them
I didn't mean to rant and froth
But every king can still fuck off! :)



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