Ode to England

(With apologies to William Blake)

And did those thieves in anxious times

Stalk upon England's mounting greed:

And has the whore'y ma'am of Wad

On England's peasant fasters binged

And did the Cunts of Zion whine

Shine forth upon our crowded hills

And was Jerusalem's gilded tier

Among these dark opioid pills?

Bring me my Bro' of blinged-up gold

Bring me my Aggro of despair

Bring me my Speculators: O shrouds enfold

Bring me my Shari'a of Tyre

I will not cease from Mental spite

Tho' shall the Horde bite off thy hand

Till we have milked Jerusalem

In England's greedy and unpleasant land