better
in better out
the Tories
on Britannia
- or -
2 parties
for the price of 1
relief at Aphrodisias
so Britannia this
Carian
tableau of your
subjugation
by Claudius the God was
a first appearance in
sculpture
the meekness of the
model whose
crookèd
arms & open breast lack
of body armour or
rancour
predict what time made
manifest
when Hardy kissed Lord
Nelson's cheek
the victimhood England
expects
transcends all stabs of
Netflix sex
for bronze or marble
which at least
have the flint of
Amazon zeal
uphold your pose as
murderee
the yukkie bookie
you stick your right
wing in
your right wing out
in out
& shake it all
about
you do the yukkie
bookie
and you turn around
that's what it's all
about
oh oh the yukkie bookie
oh oh the yukkie bookie
oh oh the yukkie bookie
downtown
turnaround
town let's go
you stick your left
wing in
your left wing out
in out
& shake it all
about
you do the yukkie
bookie
and you turn around
that's what it's all
about
oh oh the yukkie bookie
oh oh the yukkie bookie
oh oh the yukkie bookie
downtown
turnaround
town don't go
the
last refugee
I wish the doctor were
here
who tick Johnson
diction ear
sorry
not you Boris dear
Tory
king of satire cheer
up
this reader with warm beer
then haul in old
Britannia
whose leaking hulk
rules off-shore
through waves of
bankrupting whores
that throw themselves
on her laws
always been with us
those poor
slaves to the stock
exchange floor
toss them a line make
them share
holders
of the common fare
ground
like scoundrels in the dirt
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