Ant Smith

All poems

Celebrating the jubilee

Now his grace the arch bishop of Canterbury
Is fulfilling a role that means nothing to me
They've wheeled him out for this damned jubilee
For another god bothering royal decree

Who'd ever have thought the lord up above
could be one of those devious devotees
Promoting this anti-democracy
Brown nosing shit eating franchisee?

There'll be bunting and blue blood street parties
with nurses and doctors and amputees
Flag waving and cheering for the BBC's
conspiracy of media mediocrity

And I'm glad that I'm sitting on a beach in Greece
Instead of looking for somewhere to piss in the street
Desperate for something to bring me relief
From the hype and the lies of this damned jubilee