To spice up my dreary life
I chose to hold a sex
game
And threw an orgy last
night,
Unfortunately, nobody
came
To spice up my dreary life
I chose to hold a sex
game
And threw an orgy last
night,
Unfortunately, nobody
came
The state is watching you, and
We live in a “Big
Brother” society
Of clandestine
electronic eavesdropping
I have very low self esteem
And live with low
expectations
And to make matters
worse
I'm terrible at
self-deprecation
Are you wearing a red rose?
England’s floral
emblem
A sweet smelling
symbol
Displayed out of
patriotism
Are you wearing corduroy?
Oh you twenty-first
century boy
You’re dressed as
teacher would be
If he lived in
nineteen seventy
Don’t bang the drum
Don’t raise a cheer
The liberals might
hear
St George’s day
Must pass unnoticed
Uncelebrated
Unheeded
St George
Must remain
Unheralded
No fanfare
No flags unfurled
Lest we fall foul
Of patriotism
Or jingoism
There must be
No displays
Of Patriotic fervour
Or English pride
We must play it down
Let it pass
Lest we offend
After all this is
England
St Patrick’s day
Is celebrated every
where
“I’m Irish and I’m
proud”
They loudly declare
The media never hesitate
To show the people
celebrate
Endless Displays of
flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic
anthems
St Andrew’s day,
Wearing thistle bold,
Is marked with
Scottish pride
By young and old
The media never
hesitate
To show the people
celebrate
Endless Displays of
flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic
anthems
St David’s day
Resplendent with
daffodil
Is marked more soberly
Yet is celebrated
still
The media never
hesitate
To show the people
celebrate
Endless Displays of
flags and emblems
Accompany patriotic
anthems
St George’s day
Comes and goes
When is it marked?
Nobody knows
The media never
hesitate
To ignore attempts to
celebrate
With no displays of
flags and emblems
Accompanying un-played
patriotic anthems