It’s not like I’m just sat around
Waiting for the shout
That you’ve taken in another breath
But couldn’t let it out
My ears still ring with all the twisted
Shit you used to spout
But I really do have more important
Stuff to think about..
Like the legacy you spawned
And how it’s fucking us again
Though these clueless public schoolboys
Are putting you to shame
At least you set the rules
To your class-dividing game
Instead of praying on a fluke
While playing at arcane..
I guess that there’s some comfort
To be taken from the fact
That in your demented state
You cannot point out what they lack
Or take pleasure in the pain
Of this second round attack
Or comprehend the lines they’re scratching
With the Union Jack..
Of course we’ll take them down
Just like we did you
Battling with capitalists
Is hardly something new
But I wish your twisted brain
Functioned enough to see it too
And to know how many folks
Have your wake on their things to do..
So here’s to plans to party hard
As your time here decreases
Margaret Hilda Thatcher
May all you stood for Rot In Pieces.