Even the overkill has overkilled itself
leaving shifty eyed idiots looking shifty eyed
the ham actors have long gone ham-****** and obscure
over plotted to the point of laughable ridicule the plebs wonder
as their fears stands rigid pulling funny faces at them in teasing ways
oh that grand old Duke of York without ten thousand men
sips warm chocolate and wonders why they fuss so
for who wants a maiden from the unwashed
with poxy and scabies got from thimbles
go get the jesters to sing their lament
how they hate their Lords on high
give them fish and chips
and put them to work
while I sit here
eating cakes
hahahaha
ha ha ha
******
plebs
hicks
oiks
ha