it’s proper fleet street old school germalism
the cheeky, sneaky, cheque book jism
we liberally spritz
on the arse n’tits
of the supine body politic
yaaah
no doubt abaht it
read all abaht it
in your super rupert saw away sun
the ache in take and the fake in fun
from brexit bollox to winston johnson
tasty
nasty
proper paparazzi
daily mail to daily nazi
dumping on some left wing patsy
a wicked n’wanton
shitpile baron
living it large in the kingdom of the non-dom
from Dubai to Lon-don
accountability long-gone
gee I love it
take your ethics and shove it
you might have the grievance but we’ve got the budget
accept it my friend you’ll never touch it
you gotta learn to relax and say fuck it
hey – we didn’t make the system
business is the illness we’re just the symptom
listen
we hack the phones of murder victims
snowflake celebrities
wannabe nonentities
or they will be when we’re done
jointed in the tawdry, tory way sun
stitched up in a red top
trust me it won’t stop
till we’re cast like demons into the void
all our inky tentacles destroyed
when information
once again
acts for the nation
until then – suck on this circulation