Peasants squabble, the homeless freeze, repeating the mantra: Spare change, please! Magazines for bedding The Big Issue, Forbes Rich List... Maybe we should eat the rich.
Billionaires in ivory towers, snatched milk, now turning sour. Poundland Tories, in desperate hours “Five more years!” they stubbornly hiss... Maybe we should eat the rich.
A 2p tax cut up their sleeve, while children starve and pensioners freeze. So out of touch those pompous ******... Maybe we should eat the rich.
If monkeys exhibited hording behaviour, they’d be studied to see what makes them tick. The thought of watching others starve makes me sick... Maybe we should eat the rich.
We could solve the energy crisis in two quick flicks render blue fat for candle wicks. No point in playing Champagne socialists... I think we should eat the rich.
A rewrite of an old poem from a couple of years ago.