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Apr 2022
I am Royal
you are the unwashed
you hate me and are disgruntled
but you give me money and pay my rent
keep me in the manner I am accustomed to
I have got all my creature comforts and more
you are of tiny minds and even littler means
your lives and pleasures rests on your means
which means you have mediocre lives
and dearie me, very little pleasures
explains your pathetic angsts
your immature discontents
your moaning laments
there's lots of you
curb your envy
and go play
with yourselves
and I do not mean
that cheap entertainment
you lot only seem to think about
stop making babies for Welfare money
having the highest rate of single parent family
is nothing to be proud off and bad for the children
how many teenage Indian or Chinese unmarried mums
do you see tugging kids around, they are working but in stores
or offices planning bright future and self respecting independence
you do not see us Royals putting it about recklessly
so grow up and stop blaming the Royals the rich and the Jews
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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