Monarchy in the UK!

Aristocracy
It’s got no place in a democracy
It’s nothing but hypocrisy
When some are born to reign

“Let’s put on our bestest whitest sockses
Get all dressed up and go kill foxes
‘cause that’s what orthodox is
We’ve got traditions to maintain!”

It’s an anachronism
Not like Mr Rotten’s anarchism
Which shed a light upon the schism
The separation of the classes

It’s still as relevant as ever
Our little Johnny sounds quite clever
And still the future dreams forever
Of liberation for the masses

My message shouldn’t be a mystery
Let’s help make monarchy history
Because my hands are getting blistery
From hanging tightly to the edge

Meanwhile privilege’s progeny
Are enforcing a homogeny
As they’re chugging Perignon for free
singin’ “We are Family!” –just like the Sister’s Sledge

Yes everybody is a cousin
They’ve got at least a banker’s dozen
And like a bee just can’t help buzzin’
They can’t help sticking with their hive

Just place a call to Lady Anne
She’ll do the jolly best she can
For any blood-related man
To keep the club of blood alive

Once knew a guy and he was posh
But still he hadn’t any dosh
We’d go and get a bite of nosh
I ‘d pay my way and then the tip

What is the point, I’d say to me
Of name, land and heredit’ry
If you are cheap as cheap can be
As cheap as that proverbial chip

He sodomized me once on shrooms
At least he tried in his front rooms
If that was sex then men have wombs
I tell ya The boarding schools had warped this lad

Kicked out of school and hooked on smack
He’d left the hive and not looked back
But it’s not hard to pose as slack
If all your tabs are paid by dad

“It’s important to have an emblem of
The things you want to be a semblance of
And note the family resemblance of
The lineage that shaped the past.”

“You’ll see them in the National Gallery
And in the spirit of equality
We’ve even put them in the part that’s free
So all can see our clan is built to last”

But the little people get forgotten
Just down the mine or pickin’ cotton
Don’t get to keep what they have gotten
There aint no statues of their kin

So if a miner was your great-Grandad
A rendering his visage never had
He never ordered war nor birthed no fad
Til the coal dust did him in

Aristocracy
Got no place in a democracy
Some may call it heterodoxy
When I call it weird and vain

These silly titles are beyond absurd
A princess is like any other bird
Still just two tits but by that single word
Our deference she can obtain

I have a dream like Dr King once said
When people everywhere blue, green and red
Mutts and well-bred, the hungry and well fed
Will recognise we’re all the same

So let’s not rest ‘til it’s demolished
This silly system is abolished
Until the “honours list” is polished
Off/ cuz only that will end this shame

I’ll never curtsey and I won’t kowtow
Except to take applause I will not bow
You disagree? Oh ok then, show me how:
You can shtart by kisshing my assh

Me, I prefer a meritocracy
Where talent and hard graft will set you free
To be the ultimate that you can be
Cuz baby,
That’sh what I call
Class