Poetic-Verses
'' How Could Anyone Be So Cruel ''
April the eighth two thousand and thirteen,
Thatcher has died inform the queen,
For some it's the best news they've ever seen,
We've witnessed the death of a fool.
When you finally arrived at Heavens gate,
You believed you already knew your fate,
Gods kingdom would become your new state,
Over paradise you thought you would rule.
Saint Peter informed you, you were heading for Hell,
The reasons he said only you can tell,
Suddenly you taste a nasty smell,
Like burned dinners at your old grammar school.
he says what goes around comes around is very true,
So forever more I have to say adieu,
It's a deserving fate that now awaits you,
You will make a very nice ghoul.
You then begged the Good Lord to save you from burning,
Whilst awaiting his decision your stomach was churning,
It was then he told you the lady is for turning,
Your reward is Satans cesspool.
Despite your protests you are now on your way,
You failed to cause the Good Lord affray,
Now prepare yourself for a lifetime stay,
In a place that is never cool.
On entry you're told there's no privatisation,
Equality for all is a sick realisation,
Burning all day is the main recreation,
It's the ultimate in ridicule.
You shout out to Lucifer, I'm Margaret Thatcher,
I demand a job that gives me some stature,
He replies you are my new soul snatcher,
But over my eyes you won't pull the wool.
Looking around much to Maggies surprise,
Are some of her colleagues who told her lies,
Et Tu Brutu to those I despise,
Over you lot I will not drool.
Mussolini, Hitler and general Pinochet,
Say we're all so glad you came here to stay,
Problem is in here we don't have a say,
It's like fighting a one way duel.
Maggie thinks otherwise her arrogance is deployed,
Satan says conflict has to be enjoyed,
For defying the devil you are now unemployed,
' How Could Anyone Be So Cruel '
Thatcher has died inform the queen,
For some it's the best news they've ever seen,
We've witnessed the death of a fool.
When you finally arrived at Heavens gate,
You believed you already knew your fate,
Gods kingdom would become your new state,
Over paradise you thought you would rule.
Saint Peter informed you, you were heading for Hell,
The reasons he said only you can tell,
Suddenly you taste a nasty smell,
Like burned dinners at your old grammar school.
he says what goes around comes around is very true,
So forever more I have to say adieu,
It's a deserving fate that now awaits you,
You will make a very nice ghoul.
You then begged the Good Lord to save you from burning,
Whilst awaiting his decision your stomach was churning,
It was then he told you the lady is for turning,
Your reward is Satans cesspool.
Despite your protests you are now on your way,
You failed to cause the Good Lord affray,
Now prepare yourself for a lifetime stay,
In a place that is never cool.
On entry you're told there's no privatisation,
Equality for all is a sick realisation,
Burning all day is the main recreation,
It's the ultimate in ridicule.
You shout out to Lucifer, I'm Margaret Thatcher,
I demand a job that gives me some stature,
He replies you are my new soul snatcher,
But over my eyes you won't pull the wool.
Looking around much to Maggies surprise,
Are some of her colleagues who told her lies,
Et Tu Brutu to those I despise,
Over you lot I will not drool.
Mussolini, Hitler and general Pinochet,
Say we're all so glad you came here to stay,
Problem is in here we don't have a say,
It's like fighting a one way duel.
Maggie thinks otherwise her arrogance is deployed,
Satan says conflict has to be enjoyed,
For defying the devil you are now unemployed,
' How Could Anyone Be So Cruel '
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`` How Could Anyone Be So Cruel ``
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