Now that your Patron unleashed a New Type
One which your White Shirts admit to Preserve
To simply remind your Young Plans will Hype
And Honour the ****** you so deserve
Though moot my Labours to buy your Consent
And cast Riddles in that Once-Dodgy Box
For Eyes the Pineapple begs to Event
And blast this Potent to infect like Pox
Yet yours the Hopeful Spirit Trust will still
Despite my Dark Prophets ***** the Doubt
To my Business be Faith and Hymns until
Your Sovereignty I can now live without.
This Better to own; My Affairs be mine
And let Choices your Investment be thine.