Bullingdon Boys
The club recruits fresh people—in session plenary.
Of wealth, generosity, enthusiasm, and education.
Sang a Peppa Pig song when we looted the—treasury.
Bullingdon boys with elegant looks joined—damnation.
They still swag public funds with no hesitation.
Of their country, which has been—witness.
At Oxford's Riot Club, a posh eating location.
The Riot ring is akin to real life under—darkness.
Taking advantage of the current—situation.
As written, it might or might not come to pass.
This is the only logical reason for— inflation.
The large bulk now constitutes an—underclass.
Oxford club—solely for men—meant to foster cricket.
P.M David Cameron, Boris Johnson—both tied the club
A riot ring rated—R for voice, fear, and wee wicket.
By a ritzy dress of blue, gold, ivory, and skin scrub.
Young lords destroy restaurants—pay in cash.
It's how we teach the ruling class to sing and lead.
Chant Rah Rah—Bullingdon Boys were bred to clash.
Buller! Buller—Crime pays—Bullingdon lads ahead.
Rah, Rah, Rah! The Bullingdon Boys were born to reign.
Riches run wild, lawyers stay silent— Bullers remain.
Written: March 11, 2023
2nd place contest winner
Bullingdon boys Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
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