Madame Guillotine - Poem by Neil Solan
I am English and I stand proud,
Proud of my shame - it's all part of the game,
Malcontent, I stand with a smile,
Why fight our way out? We've been here for such a while.
Joseph my lovely, if the blood must be shed,
Don't let it be us - we don't want no fuss,
You know we'll surrender before we fight back,
Thatcher we loathe, Thatcher we lack.
Fish-woman at arms, storm the bastille,
Brick by brick, let democracy stick,
There are heads on pikes out front on the lawn,
But we have ways and means to shelter the storm.
We live our lives morbid, and pissed off,
Proud of the shame - all part of the game,
There is no time for revolution here,
We'd rather take it on the chin, rather drink our beer.
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