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God Save the Queen

Tonight I remembered that England still has a royal family, Who are paid to play dress up and make believe, Strutting around in parades to tell all who see, "This country was inherited by me." Let's play pretend and say that money, Was owned by those who work, Instead of by those who hadn't done any, Thing but emerge from what their mothers twerk. It's time for the working lower and middle classes, Who've been belittled and middled by the high brow and crass, To demand maximum wages for those CEO masses, Who want your minimum wages to pay for their idle asses. Royalty is but the aristocracy we see in the U.S.A., Of the rampent run disproportionate pay, It's time, I say, that we see today, We deserve to live in a better way. If there is a god, don't save the queen, She's fine, for she's rich and hardly ever lifted a hand, Now help those that have been left trapped in between, Those who rule and what they claim of the land.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 2/20/2017 10:49:00 PM
Your sword of a pen has slain the monarch and dispersed the riches to all her meager subjects, well deserving of a seven ;)
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B. Joseph Fitzsimons
Date: 2/20/2017 10:51:00 PM
Maureen, your comments caress my soul as do your poems, thank you for your uplifting feedback!

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