To Great Britain, strongest of all;
have you fucked, like Rubem,
now step down, behold; Skull
and Bones, cloak and dagger dull –
since you arrested the corner, John;
Nottingham shall Robin your down,
like those, who killed at altar, bull.
You shall not pass, but linger there;
Ireland and Scottish more fair.
Wales better off, than York shares –
come back, Lancaster, Blair
Witch needs another project heir.
Go side-seethe Rwanda, its snares;
how Hotel California does endear.
Those, who dost respect their roots;
who piss on Commonwealth petty –
pound your brick-walls, Oxford, moots
will loot your Granaries, gain a Foot.
Ball in Big Ben, now Great Gwen Tenny;
the son was lost in Aether, Granny
had to make up and doll rocks.
Loose your mind, not honour indeed;
its better a Fool, than a Raven pecking.
Will they stay in London or be Free –
once the Piper chants its Spiel.
Loose your Crown, administer lacking;
all the horses must mend Humpty packing.
Who hoofed, roofed hachew, woof – decree!
A Newt Germ is pollunating England:
Lock the doors and shut the minds.
Like Silverster, housed by Jerry in brand:
close the ears, like Windows on demand.
Free Thought, the Dreadnaught, sigh;
who willl save from orcs this time –
all elves and dwarves, locked in Dover, shant!
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