Dear Leader (Fuck You)


They’re so far up their own arsehole,
surrounded by sycophants.
Don’t forget to lock the ivory tower,
then flood the land with migrants.
Do as I say, not as I do:
Feastin’ regal/august gastronomy.
Let them eat crumbs, or now they say,
“It’s a trickle down economy.”

We unwashed masses have a message for you:

Dear leader – fuck you!

Keep ’em dumb, keep ’em poor,
those useless, useless breathers.
Feed ’em endless sport and porn,
while importing useless breeders.
Genocide on a whole new scale,
welcomed with teddy-bears.
The New World Order goin’ to plan,
no wonder life’s not fair.

But we, the riff-raff, have a message for you:

Dear leader – fuck you!

Maintaining a two-party “democracy”,
spreading freedom with bombs and death.
The world a much better place will be
when “they” draw their final breath.

Our many chains may weigh us down,
but our voices rise up in chime.
So first our speech you cripple and maim,
then make our thoughts a crime.
But know this when you sleep at night:
History will repeat.
We plan the day when we dance on your graves
and your spawn hang by their feet.

We, the rabble, have a message for you:

Dear leader – fuck you!

©4.8.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman

while you flood the land with migrants.


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