Treasong

 

Saxe-Coburg-Stoata won't pop its Windsor weasals,

'til God's outed as Alan Smithee, credits roll for Kingdom Come.

Leper equerries are the lickspittle English mudsills,

workingclass virtue's vice of received wisdom. 

 

Their peacetime plebwish a wartime deathwish

for prole monarchists who find wonder not in wonders.

Echoes have higher IQs than yeoman status masochists,

scruburbs of sycophants wowed by plummyvoiced plunder.

 

Redtop recon in local caff over nitrosamine sandwich

(last diner donated copy of the uncharitable Sun):

peasants poppysmic over pageantry (prozzies prize a

                              pimp's plumage).

'Loyal subject' highborn hypocorism for 'Scum, but 

                              Our Scum'.

 

Feudal themepark fortified by perk sword, ignominious

honours. Sleb serfs genuflect, hobbled by thralldom

- shall we ever gain our Equilibritain? Fendersmith mutinous,

cinderise Windsors! UK PLC's slave morality: duty will be dumb.

 

But not by me, poet, literally zerohoured member of the precariat.

Larkin's prams' fronthall gridlock pales as act of artistic 

harakiri next to perduellion against truth: lipserf is Laureate! 

My sovereign's First Lady Jackie P, Jackie Parnassus. Vive any republic!