Woke up and there they were
Wiggly weasely wondrous words
All with loads to say
Never a dull moment with words
Never stuck for a curse with words
Never short of a laugh with words
Fall in love with words
Let the hate roll with words
Whisper sweet nothing with words
When the show gets really desperate, pray with words
Apologise for all you have done wrong with words
Forgive me forgive me forgive me
Forgive me with words.
But we won’t forgive her with words.
We’ll tell that dead Baroness all she did wrong.
She’ll get no no no eulogy out of me.
Instead I’ll go write a song.
I’ll tramp the dirt down
Just like Elvis said
I’ll let fawning funeral generals know that they are just puffed up poppycocks
I’ll reopen the pits.
I’ll give everyone their job back.
I’ll refuse to take part in her dog eat dog world.
Darwinian silverback penny-pinched limited.
That woman’s an ape.
May she be for hunting.
By Hutu Interahamwe.
And I mean that.
I Mean It With Words
YEP I’ll say it again
Society’s Affable Handymen
And all that you are deaf to
Kevin Barrington 17th April 2013