Sir Sicky Wrongun Poem by Nick Jordan.

It makes me sick to have read
Of the scum that are dead
That were figures in the publics
eye
I want to spit on their grave
From the way they behaved
And the way we found out when they'd died
I hope they rot in hell
For an infinite spell
And the cockroaches gouge out their eyes
The lives they destroyed
Whilst they still enjoyed
Luxury until their demise
A minor celeb
Or a government minister
That created a web
Of something so sinister
Let's make them a knight of the realm
Untouchable with an MBE
Awarded thee from royalty
For your generosity and loyalty
That always did overwhelm
Dirty, disgusting, despicable parasites,
That didn't deserve protection
Creepy, crawling, insipid scum
That somehow avoided detection
Now your corpses lay there rotting
If only you could feel immense pain
Your decomposing putrid body
Smelling like a sewage drain
The likes of you and all your sick inner circle
will hopefully never be seen again!