Punk Britannia
Punk Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
England never never never will be slaves
To the master of the medioicre and mundane
Who rehashes the same ideas again and again...
Oh, wait.
I think it's too late.
The carcass of an exciting, original culture
Is pulled apart by the Syco vulture,
Eager for a further empire expansion,
Perhaps a new wing for the country mansion...
Who cares what it sounds like? As long as they buy it;
It's catchy, infectious and they can't deny it.
Innovation is over-rated anyway -
It doesn't get you Radio One airplay.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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