God save the Queen (but the Devil take the Plebs)
And so it begins, the Toady Race,
The public performance of grief –
Saccharine and suffocating,
Preaching your True Belief !
Posters declaiming official tears,
Tributes gushing with pomp.
Change the stamps and coins and anthem –
Such a jolly romp !
Get that sobbing good and loud,
And really have a bawl !
Hope your knees are in good shape
For the curtsy and the crawl.
Show yourself sufficiently sad
For ev’ry arse-licked toast –
Bow and scrape and bob and tug
Till the knighthood’s in the post.
Vive la République !
In other news, I see we’re going to get a bank holiday for the funeral. But we will continue not to receive a bank holiday for Election Day. Priorities, I guess…
#NotMyKing
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Thanks. This one was really about easing my frustration ! I think there will be many revelations over the coming months of her backstage meddling in politics.
Time to grow up as a nation and stop appointing heads of state based solely on their having popped out of the right vagina.
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Well, you’ll have plenty to write about..
If it helps at all, electing your own officials doesn’t seem to stem the flow of ridiculous BS any.
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True, but at least that’s on us. And to anyone who says “would you really want to have President Boris ?” I answer “no, but would YOU really want King Andrew ?” And at least President Boris could always be booted-out again.
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