Poetic-Verses
'' Democracy My Arse ''
I say autocracy,
Why all the fuss,
The say democracy,
It's certainly not us.
Hereditary lines,
Are not allowed,
Yet to royal designs,
Allegiance we've vowed.
A family tree,
Just a chosen few,
Breeding you see,
In house it is too.
A head of state,
Who is not elected,
Democratic fate?
Must remain undetected.
They take without giving,
While we starve,
They love luxury living,
As their roast we carve.
It's election time,
The royals have another,
Should be classed as a crime,
As in debt we smother.
Living off the poor,
Is wrong it's sick,
Their lives secure,
It's we who are thick.
An upper house,
Filled with coffin dodgers,
They eat and drink grouse,
Decrepit old codgers.
Three hundred a day,
Just to show face,
Not a bad pay,
They're a bloody disgrace.
No need to take notes,
They don't even care,
If they don't need our votes,
Who puts them in there?
This is not history,
It's the present day,
Why's not a mystery?
It's capitalism at play.
Dictatorship Britain,
Where the truth is sparse,
The truth is now written,
‘' Democracy My Arse ‘'
Why all the fuss,
The say democracy,
It's certainly not us.
Hereditary lines,
Are not allowed,
Yet to royal designs,
Allegiance we've vowed.
A family tree,
Just a chosen few,
Breeding you see,
In house it is too.
A head of state,
Who is not elected,
Democratic fate?
Must remain undetected.
They take without giving,
While we starve,
They love luxury living,
As their roast we carve.
It's election time,
The royals have another,
Should be classed as a crime,
As in debt we smother.
Living off the poor,
Is wrong it's sick,
Their lives secure,
It's we who are thick.
An upper house,
Filled with coffin dodgers,
They eat and drink grouse,
Decrepit old codgers.
Three hundred a day,
Just to show face,
Not a bad pay,
They're a bloody disgrace.
No need to take notes,
They don't even care,
If they don't need our votes,
Who puts them in there?
This is not history,
It's the present day,
Why's not a mystery?
It's capitalism at play.
Dictatorship Britain,
Where the truth is sparse,
The truth is now written,
‘' Democracy My Arse ‘'
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`` Democracy My Arse ``
`` Democracy My Arse ``
