ramblings and things
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I am singing Rule Britannia
Navel gripping the Union Jack
And I swear, ma'am I'm saluting
As I lie here on my back.
And I have sailed the seven Seas
In your service. My old dear Queen
And I have seen some sights
That I wish I'd never seen.
But all is fair in love and war
In this land of hope and glory
So I drink my tea unsweetened,
Hum the theme to Jackanory,
Sing a song of sixpence and
Touch my forelock to any Tory,
For I know my place ma'am
Can't think of anything odder
Than not accepting my position
As working class cannon fodder.
My lungs are asbestos ridden
Thanks to a penny pinching boss
But I realise to you dear ma'am
I'm just a Benefit scrounging loss.
So I' m resting here in hospital
Just waiting to quietly die
Which I am assured will happen
In the very near by and by.
Every now and then
I'm wracked by a cough
And both my arms are rotten
And one recently dropped off,
So I swear I am saluting, ma'am,
As I lie here on my back
With my navel tightly clenched
To display the Union Jack.
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