Go Home or Face Arrest

Oh England, the people on the bus
look so unhappy

Oh England, you have left me with an
archaic
poetic
diction

That isn’t mine and never will be

I felt like the world was ending
or at least a world

Oh England, your newspapers tell us to
hate each other
Who killed Diana?
Eat each other

Oh England, your own are the tastiest
Despite having sampled every dish

Oh England, you drove my father mad

oh, oh, oh
England

You are driving me mad

 

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