Ginger Whinger

The Ginger Whinger’s in despair, Life’s not so easy being the spare, Seeing succession prospects recede As baldy brother continues to breed, And the world seems so absurd To go and take him at his word When he says he wants a private life To live in peace with his kids and wife Then gets them all in a fix By telling all there onNetflix, Wonders why he gets such a public rocket As he stuffs the cash into his back pocket. I wonder how much longer it will be Til they tire of him the land of the free. Will he expect the family to be forgiving When he has to work for his own living He had sympathy when he lost his mam Then he tossed his toys out of the pram. The world of food banks doesn’t really care For the churlish antics of a redundant spare. It would really be a sad and pathetic thing To be as bitter as his Uncle the late ex king Or for his only value on this Earth To be by the accident of his birth.