Can you sing Hallelujah when others have taken credit?
For the ounce of flesh of your delivery and your comma:
You’re not with it!
Can you sell The Big Issue when the price is a foreign gypsy?
Would you sell the Free House of India if you were more than tipsy?
Topsy Turvy.
Do you think you own the language and the history courses without fees?
Of drummed up little students with the New Age I-Pad on their knees.
You’re number one baby!
Do you like to dress in Indian clothes but not know of Hindustan?
Could you ask your parents to remember better than Imran *F’Ing Holy Bloody* Imran Khan?
You’re the money, baby!
Is it dinner or a Diner when it’s a tenner for some exchange?
And does your diet leave you full with your Ego at the shooting range?
Master & Servant.
Can I join you down the Fabian Society and wear chords and a crap shirt?
Will you tell me if my English deodorant hurts?
Food glorious food.
Did Jesus live in England and did he know of your version of events?
So maybe one millennium of failure is what your future is going to have meant:
All in good time.
Were you a flag when a country made you feel proud and did you shoot another’s gun?
And what were your Sanskrit records when your drinking cost the country Number VONs?
We fought and died for our freedoms.
There is not much in the asking of fair exchange except some safety on some streets
When the British balance check books for some chips and fishy deletion
Of accounting standards with PWC and Birmingham FC
Still full of false rhyme & Shakespeare’s crimes.
I can rhyme too
‘T’ is for Two. Removed.