The Goddess Fortuna rolls her now heavily loaded die
And fires rage in the hinterland
While fascist India freezes.
While the icecaps melt,
And they still play Test cricket on their sticky Aussie wickets!!
The run amok neo-libs nevertheless taunt and tease the Iconic Child.
And the high priests and wasteful jet set princelings?
They play hanky spanky with Winnie the Pooh.
And the politicians turn totally belligerent and insane
As Capitalism rents itself asunder;
The Eugenics of Galton is upon us
As the fat cats simply know they are superior
And wanna burn chavs
And grind the 'deficient' for mincemeat
For food banks.
Impeach and incarcerate all the tricky dickies,
Lest Twenty-Twenty becomes the Year of Planetary Doom
Or we'll be sending our beloved children to a hot and freezing tomb!!